A Hot Stake
If ye continueth to trespass upon my land,
Me thinks it is time to take a stand.
Ye rogues and knaves are forever banned
from unwarranted encroachment upon my land.
Thou shalt yield to my demand.
Thou shalt wind up like Spam that is canned.
For every violator that is a trespasser and creep,
I shall take my sword and plunge it deep.
There are two alternatives thou can take.
Thou can have thine head cut off or be burned at the stake.
Burned at the stake is preferred at the first crop?
A hot stake is better than a cold chop.
writ
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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