Yesterday afternoon, while I was walking on Worth Street, 
A gust of wind blew my hat off. 
I swore, petulantly, but somewhat noisily. 
A young woman had been near, walking behind me; 
She must have heard me, I thought. 
And I was ashamed, and embarrassedly sorry. 
So I said to her: "If you heard me, I beg your pardon." 
But she gave me a frightened look 
And ran across the street, 
Seeking a policeman. 
So I thought, Why waste five hours trying to versify the incident? 
Verse libre would serve her right.