Free Cee Elite Elocution

ELITE ELOCUTION Pray tell My belle Bespeak thy spell And pierce my fragile shell To make of me a harbinger in hell My belle Please explain My swain How thou shall surely be the measure of my pain Please make plain The stain upon my life which you will, with certainty, ordain And about all my merriment which you have slain Poor me, left with nothing left to gain Caught in a realm where the unruly reign My swain Kindly repeat My sweet Why you granted me such grievances to greet While mourning the morning we came to meet A pert lady, both pretty and petit Who elucidates the elite But is far less than discreet And defined well my love’s ultimate defeat ‘tis true That is you, my sweet So utter goodbye and please finally free me Because with you it’s not easy for me to be me And let me make it all quite clear That I fear I like not liking you more than I liked liking you, my dear So there! © 2009…..free cee!