Sweet December Poem by Reddle Hinheart

Right as ice when lingered;
Fin divine and wintered;
Cray as sweet December,
A mile of humbs retriever;

Sight as ice and prior;
Fall on times I'm a griever;
But my oust was fastened,
When you ought so sharpened;

Bill of all the notion;
Toss and blow the baron;
Pill and piped mellow,
Which was thy a fellow;

Try about a shatter;
Miss and my remember;
Read the tendered question,
Such a fathomed icon;

By the night descendants;
Agree to simple conscience;
Art I held to leisure,
Peace and called retire;

Park but admire;
Lend every rittle;
Pend tust thy sentence,
On my last intents.