It wrings me heart to see you sworle
E sez’e wol, but I carn’t abide see ya being womanated
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,
Them answers be lettin’ you litter
As if lizend.