There is a thing that I must say
And then my dears I'm on my way
There is a difference between the wolf and the dog
Be it fireside mutt or hound of the bog
No single mind, no loyalty
I know a man, this is of he
His name is Poet but it should be poo
I read his writings and I think 'Boo!'
Scarred one with his vile touch
Lies and threats cutting a bit much
For that of my kin and friends, I am always there
Not like the man who chases maidens fair
Only this poem I do write
To liken his person to a dog afflicted with blight
Humdai Umn Kifar
May fleas forever torment you foul one
Humdai unis Juiba
Fleas are the only ones to touch you
Meric Lamni ferotis
Everything you touch to fall in rot
Kalambis todam ina
And those you hurt be healed
I bind my curse with a kiss
May you find much itching in ignorance bliss
Soon you will find you cannot stand
The tormented itching from across the land

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Bellum, in the year 460 AD.