O' Right Story Poem by Reddle Hinheart

After night, O' afternight,
Jesus knew I never tride;
Melt the fire golding lan,
'Tis I might Afide, afide;
Rush the hour right and right,
Mill devotion Oh and oh,
Will you nearby fush and so
Act and fire bold and row;
Call the tiger meaning plus
Six and sixteen much to pree;
Lows and trier mean to be,
Poke the sorrow lushes but,
Clean excited capped to go:
Seem there also crosses no:
Lots of fattened misses for
Blot of tackles sub, sub, sub
Dash forever rolling gob.