I think it's time fer a jolly-er ditty,
And I admit been feelin' shitty,
A touch too needy to boot.

Heartfelt thanks to all the pity,
But I wishn't get ta the nitty gritty,
Just can't pin down the root.

I'm doing fine,
I just misalign,
When my mouth meets my foot.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Miraman, in the year 989 AF.