I would prefer if a poem
That mentioned my name
Would be about something nice
And not an old flame.

I am not too thrilled
By what I did read
I'm trying to be mopey
Without thinking of past weeds.

In the future, Ruddra,
Please ask my consent,
I know it's meant as a joke
But it has left me quite discontent.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Phaestian, in the year 1001 AF.