There was a summoner who wasnt really a summoner
His face is on a pace like fire
Children were afraid to see this man
The summoner sure did love garlic,onions, and leek but what was it he was seeking in that stuff
He was noble but very solo
He had flinches of his own pinches
For in that purse will lie a curse
A curse should put guilty man in dread like bread
He wore a garland set upon his head on the bed
The cakes was baked like a shield protector
-Andre Ward
character is the summoner
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