The Old Random Spell Poem by Benjamin Lees
The Old Random Spell
Over-morrow,
Thou shall meet,
Only to come not on feet,
Thou will listen to my beat,
Thou shalt be here at 6,
If thou fail
I shall feed thou snail,
Not meat,
But maybe roast feet,
Thou shall smile,
But not in my mile,
Thou shall walk,
But not in my pork,
Thou shall Know
But not your toe,
If thou meat me,
I shall treat he.
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