Rere things

It wrings me heart to see you sworle

E sez’e wol, but I carn’t abide see ya being womanated

Not ‘tall!

Wrokled and winter-proud is this rat’s ramble…

Rayther rattleboned I must say, it’s live.

I reckoned you redeemed awile

And all your recollects are but well?

Rere things all-one amakin happen within twilights rauk…

If you quier ourn neighbours,

From otherwheres,

Them answers be lettin’ you litter

As if lizend.

Swap-my-bob!