TO MACY
My dearest , Macy , you seemed a sweet we girl , but you a are playing with my hart. Playing fast and loose , playing me off , with me mate , Jim. Setting us up to square up to fight over your favers .Do wish fore me mate Jim , to challenge each other to mount horses. Atierd in armour , lance , brourd sward , and much else. To whom will you give your hanky to , or will you give a hanky to both of us.
Sadly dear sweet Macy , my horse is bandy leg , as am I. We both in need of being shod. We both safer from rumertisam. Me mate , Jim , is not much better , I fear.
We both kind of feel sorryfle , that we unable to carry your troth upon the jousting feild , even fore you , sweet Macy , thats love I recon!
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2013-01-02 at 19:26
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