The last out of a perfect game
And Driscoll dropped a popup.
The pitcher cried
And Driscoll tossed him an impersonal
Sorry about that,
How much could he mean it?
Not a smidgeon of self in
Sorry about that.
Now,
    I’m sorry,
Though spare,
Has measurable sincerity.
I’m awfully sorry
Is heartfelt, too,
Though a tad over-sorry,
But…
Sorry about that,  
Is contrite as a sneer,
And shouldn’t leave Driscoll in the clear..