This is a disclaimer
Plain for all to see
Just to make it plainer
will cost a hefty fee

We do love our poems
In fair old Cyrene
But it won't get you unenemied-oems
So for the love of all cease-ene

For those who have beared this tripe
We're awfully sorry really
but we're not the ones who filled Charan's pipe
With cactus weed all willy nilly

So beware appeal by poem
It'll never fill the part
Your chances will just be blowem
and you'll get run over by a cart

--Finchy Ithilien
On the behalf of anyone with ears



Penned by my hand on the 24th of Chronos, in the year 464 AF.