A Thousand Pokes

I must my master every day
Full of failings and mistakes
And bring him of a thousand pokes
In syllables and words that spoke

Done in order when you re(a)d
And in singing what you said
I record it to repeat
Or else I am-be sorely beat

I hear all that you say
So gather up and put away
And when the times comes
I'll read them all one by one

The one who errors they forget
But The-collector does not yet
Keeping busy surely stored
To-accuse the souls-there more

Wherefore-it is we like to pence
Cos-all the haste and-negligence
In order to put remedy
Against offenders as they be

I hear all that you say
So gather up and put away
And when the times comes
I'll read them all one by one

The liar with his hairy tongue
Rabbles up their service done
And leaves-not much-other choice
To-do well in another voice

Better not you syncopate
Or your words I'll have to take
Mispronounce your mumbled chat
We'll be having none of that

I hear all that you say
So gather up and put away
And when the times comes
I'll read them all one by one

I hear all that you say
So gather up and put away
And when the times comes
I'll read them all one by one