This is a poem about a lession that I was taught:

Safe I thought I was,
Unassuming, with mind abuzz.
When a shadow creep up,
And when a grin, gave my coin purse a pump.
And my hard work was soon for naught,
Xauco the thief, he gave me a financial draught!
This hard lession I'll embrace,
Before my funds, again get displaced!


Penned by my hand on the 10th of Miraman, in the year 697 AF.