Nell Put A Spel On Me

So this note that I rote is for Nell

It’s my hart that I hope I can sell

I don’t want to lie

I’m stil very shy

I just hope she won’t juge how I spel

“Dear Nell,

With this poem I can say so much more

Face to face I wood melt on the flor

I’m not super hot

Can’t be what I’m not

So I hope you won’t find me a bore

You may not even like how I rite

So I made it a poem that you mite

I’ve got to be high

To give this a try

Although risky, it’s love that I cite

When I met you last week by the lake

You were cool and your laff took the cake

We walked by the shor

I’d love that some more

So this risk I am redy to take

All this stuf that I rote you is true

Do you feel in your sole like I do

I’ve now said my part

I give you my hart

Cos my mind has been only on you”