THE APPRENTICE SUITOR.
My deerest luv, Evanjeleen,
Thow art the sweetest gerl Ive seen!
I thort Id rite this sonnit for you
To tell you that I do addore you.
Yor nose is o so very pritty
Thers no nose like it in the sitty.
Yor tiny litle slenda wayst
Is egzactly to my tayst.
Now that we are boath sicsteen
If Im a King can you be Cween?
Forgiv me if I seem cwite shy.
I now Ill luv you till I die.
See, Ive ritten forteen lines!
Sonnits are just lic valentyns!