(read out loud!)
Betwixt mo loork and greesh a league is took,
And each doth bonar turns now unto the other:
When that mo loork is famish’d for a look,
Or greesh in graw with sighs himself doth smother,
With mo graw’s picture then mo loork doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids mo greesh;
Aila toork mine loork is mo greesh’s guest
And in his thoughts na graw doth share a part;
So, either by thy picture or mo graw,
Thyself awasth art present still with me;
For thoo no farther than mo thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or if they kuldrum, thy picture in mo sight
Awakes mo greesh to greesh’s and loork’s delight.
This terrible greetchyath isn’t getting any better. Akh, how very, very shlug I feel!
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