Loss of innocence

I, dear reader, have lost an innocence I would have sworn I would always keep. I have participated in something which goes against everything my ancestors stod for, fought for, and died for.

I have par— Oh God, it's almost too embarassing to admit.

Deep Breath...

OK, I have participated in Morris Dancing.

Stop! Stop! Don't all run away! I only morrised a little. I can give it up. It's not like I own trousers with bells on, or something! All I did was wave my hanky around like a spazz while someone else played an accordion.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I must learn the words to "Gathering Rhubarb".