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

Can’t be what I’m not

I’m not all that hot

I just hope you won’t find me a bore

You may not even like what I rite

So I made it a poem that you mite

To give this a try

I’ve got to be high

It’s a risk when it’s love that you cite

When I met you last week by the lake

You were cool but your laff took the cake

We’d walk 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 soul like I do

I’ve now said my part

I gave you my hart

Cos my mind has been only on you”