My dearest, my beloved Snarf.
Your k'frilchlagh shines oh so bright!
Your hrleew°g makes all pl°gkscheès barf,
And holfgrel*ffs the darkest night!
My Snarf. Without you, I am pflódt.
I suffer r°tzfl'sch all alone!
I feel like grähkshum, feel like rott,
Without you, I can only schl°me.
And only you can grss me smile,
And you alone can vanquish s'hÃle.
I stand by you until V*Rbn°ck!
And you mürqu*ck me without guile,
You hr'z my pflüschkik worth the while.
Although my poetry is schlock!