But nicely, with a little wit and in the form of a poem by Dorothy Parker…

Indian Summer:

In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.

But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!

Even Carla Bruni couldn’t resist to her poems and sang one in her album No Promises called Afternoon.

Cheers!