Glisten To Me, Your Royal Cupcakes. Poem by Michael Gale

Yes-fair maiden, 'pon yon voyage...
diss dem people torn from hell.
Why sense evil from afar? ...
Git right back inside thy car.
Beautied your looks for my books...
Advantaged wealth for will't thou pay?
Tender to me, this vary day...
Heart bestill my beat'd play.
Enthroned upon our distanced lay...
Rip my tongue away from cheek.
Let me steal a wanted peek...
Lo' the way i tense and crawl.
Stick to me, inside my craw...
Be away be never afar'd.
Be assured of my lovely starr'ed...
Kiss to lips twin not apart.
Love hath glistened from thy start...
Wrench away my halted beat.
Spied by me, your lovely treat...
Shadows fall rapid across my front.
No more loving for thy hunt.