Witty I was pre-time a nay!
Brains so screwed very glued heyday.
Taught bright-white oh too grey as clay.
Duped dwell on light but went astray!
Till he came by Thouyou, my GOD.
I, pilgrim, found where’t dwell my bod.
An nth non-seared methinks to nod,
GOD’S hasty hands sav’d me on sod.
He caught the minds from days of yore.
But just he reads; as if a lore.
Thou’d be amazed, he got the core.
And hath lied none, too hath loved more.
The Biblicist thou’ll really heed.
A friend thou need, a friend indeed!
In bliss I am, I got a meed.
It was the time I learnt to read.
Professor Magorium 