Lets write a Limerick, one line at a time.

[klondike]

Dear lady I was quite the saint
Of misbehaviour there was no taint
But we've only got your word for that
What you did when you were a sprat
Do I sense doubt? Now I feel faint.

[Mups]

Nah, I'm sure you were always good
And doing only things you should
But did it last -
Or was that in the past?