Oy! Yer snappin' sailer yeh come to ye end,
to ze end of ze road, with no time to mend.
Capricious person of no tentative nature,
yer mixin' up your words with things that can denature.
Oh! Dearest person, you are ze one,
ze one and ze only person who can have ze fun.
Mix yer onslaught with ze beauty and yer a deadly weapon,
Com'on now, get ta yer steppin'.
Ah! Young person, meh deadly lie,
I am yeh oracle and yeh shall die.
But only on ze words zat I should ne'er say...
Hello dear friend, have a nice day.
Author notes
(an oracle with a speech problem, telling someone's fortune)
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lol, I don't think I'd like to meet up with this oracle, love the poem, nice work. Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest
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