This missive I scribe, a humble entreat
My ears are besieged, my mind in defeat
These words that parade past my eyes with a prance
Have sent my brain into a stuporous trance

Stop the scatology, down with the coprology
An end to the rhymes about your skill of morphology!
Please for the sake of the orphans so meek
Cease the banalities of poems that are...weak

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Chakros, in the year 204 MA.