Your Curtsey, My Bow

Please,
Thank
You,
Pardon
Me,
I Am
Chastised
For
Lack
Of
Domestic
Courtesy.
Unhappily,
I Walk
Around
In
A
Dream,
And
Forget,
With
Intimates,
The
Proper
Sentiments.
I Am
The
Soul
Of
Punctilio
Everywhere
I Go,
Am
Never
Slow
With
Strangers,
But
Am
A
Slob
At
Home,
It
Seems.
Damn,
What
An
Ox
I Am.