Confession

Sputtered excuses so stuttered diffuses
The moment he steps through the gate
Cluttered confuses while fluttered amuses
When she asks why he missed their date.

Repenting just loses then venting recuses
He hesitates one moment long
Relenting he muses on denting and bruises
Admitting that yes, he was wrong.

Muttered raw ruses, the nuttter peruses
Her options while she takes a swing.
Putter and booze lead to gutter and clues 
Now he's always confessing something.