"i loveth thy hands 'cause thy fing'rprints art liketh nay oth'r"
"i loveth thy eyes and their blueish brownish greenish col'r"
"i loveth t at which hour thee smileth, yond thee smileth wide"
"and i loveth how thy t'rso hast an armeth on eith'r side"
anon, if 't be true thou art mine own agent thee might beest bethinking
"oh nay, soundeth the alarms"
"you're not appealing to dram girls who is't has't not arms"
but those gents can't useth itunes, so. alas 'em, who is't needeth 'em
oh wench, oh holla Flibbertigibbet
Flibbertigibbet, thee gust so valorous
c'mon, loud'r, i can't heareth thee