Know These Day's Of Mistold Witch'D Craft's Redundant Spells - Poem by Michael Gale
Remember these days of Autumn jaunt and ruined...
Remember those days of lost timed rythum.
Remember days spent of madness...
To go off from home to adventures at sea.
No more days of ruined madness...
Man t'would be sent to weakened knees.
Waves of madness t'would toss and turn...
Explosioned cannons caused death by burn.
Can an adventerouse man cut a new cleaned swath through out
future's past? ...
Man t'would learn to cling long and hard to ship's sailed mast.
Drops of water would put great spray to face...
Fro' man above did flee by chase.
Man learned and appreciated the pourment of largest tankard's ale...
Best served for thee all freshened brew-not be one of state well stale.
Thine ownself hath spent lasted most other night in English Inn...
Searched for and found one lone hooker for many a much ravished of sin.
Kill't by pirates consumed of treasure'd hope...
This Jolly Roger died lone and uncentered without use of water and soap.
T'will be written upon thy tombstone are words of hate...
Forever more be my sins not erased as of recent late.
For this tale i wish to tell...
Beware thee witche's midnight spell.
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