I alert to a swish
And it's not from a fish
The black robes of a monk are now gone

Was I rude not to greet him?
Last month I did meet him
But oh well, of small talk he's not fond

I should send him a tell
Let him know I mean well
When I do he instructs me, "Speak deeply"

So I conjure sooth wise
That will sparkle dull eyes
And like "poof!" I am published quite cheaply!


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Mayan, in the year 578 AF.