Carolina

- Ne Crede Byron!
- What’s the matter?
Haven’t hired by a theta
She have let herseve a cry,
Speaking really, really lie.
- I would like to have him say,
I’m beautifull this day
And perheaps a goosy matter
Will be lost due this
Hooray! Lord!
I would like to say again
That its wonderfull this
Leg.. means, dancing
Byron, He’s adoring
Name of Notingem lovem
Crede on behalf his eyes, and smile
Could his poetry mean
We may here all win
Silvia, Henry, a mother
A father and brother
Others look – its five o’clock
He has made this letter on dock
Sailing to dearest, honestly –
- Nearest?
- En Everest.
I died.