While sipping a snifter of rum abaft,
a letter did strike me rather quite daft.

Quilled violet script showing of wife's neat hand,
with words to mak1e fast a sailor seek land.

Though captains keep track of their binnacle,
My wife's love I hold in first pinnacle.

A Lizard of Knighthood with firebrand tongue,
miracle it is that our hearts are wrung.

But refrained from loving others am I,
Only ever can the Great Drake make me sigh.

For Finchy, the drunk sailor with such luck,
To have a wonderful wife every day t(this next part appears to have been
hastily inked over, with several offending paw prints)

So finish will I this poem to you,
with an oath: to love you as always due.

With love,

Finchy

P.S Squeakers found out and wanted to help with the poetry, I had to
stop him though before he got me in trouble. He seems to really want to
try for the line of Squeaker's dolls.





Although the outer seal is broken, the signature seal remains.
It is sealed with the arms of Finchy, but the seal has been opened.