quick sonnet composed during rush hour

I do not shake my fist, or roll my eyes
I do not scream or whisper loudly
as I bang my elbows on my thighs
and swear in perfect meter proudly

I do not present a digit straightly
cast callous dispersions up the street
I only try to behave so stately
that even a nun might find me meet

So if my words come out as curses
or offend your senseless sensibilities
I’ll take a moment to craft some verses
accounting for your instabilities

Alas, It only takes a moment for me to swear
that you’re too much a fool me to bear