Let's see if you are smart;
Oh, just open your eyes and
Grab the chance now for
It is the only one; It is
Calling, but you are deaf.
Hint:
Use it.
Janet was quite ill one day.
Febrile trouble came her way.
Martyr-like, she lay in bed;
Aproned nurses softly sped.
Maybe, said the leech judicial
Junket would be beneficial.
Juleps, too, though freely tried,
Augured ill, for Janet died.
Sepulchre was sadly made.
Octaves pealed and prayers were said.
Novices with ma'y a tear
Decorated Janet's bier.
This poem is rotTEN.
Hint:
-6 is my favourite number
What month was I born?
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