Be It So

Eftsoons Ich doth swear quoth,

Which made cur sprun out of kirk;

Looking like loon begging for oath.none so irrefutable to be irreducible but needs to be irredeemable,

I understand it will so ill to irk;

But me ne’er expected you to be so irascible.

 

When I irate you and ye grow yer ire,

When there was none iota, grows the irksome;

The minstrelsy shall minstrel the melody of solitary.

Me holding a basson and hath stoppeth to fire,

To a great extent of fathom grew my woe;

It lend me ow me be pesky and am sorry.

 

Outré must hath been to thee,

Ich apology, happens it when words not find me;

The saga might not be of opulence.

Me might not be an orator, matter whose absence,

But remember mine rhyme is always oracular;

Which might always be amiss interpreted by yer visage so angular.

 

I might hath a numpty ,

But remember me was numb to thee;

In the end to be so nutty.

Me agree to be a nark with good so nary,

Yes, the acts of mine were indeed so nasty;

And I think, I should apologize , not to you but to me.

 

Know, Ich doth amiss, nor be satisfied,

Stretch aid for dignities back so died;

In strength of malice I fight.

 To apologize successful , Ich must hath might,

Ich bin traurig und know these as no words of memory;

But devise and conceit my rhyme to render apology.