[Allen Tice]

Eed, how could you doubt me so faithlessly? It was writ by someone called Allen.

The time has come, the Allen said.
Let people call me what I dread.
My name is  Allen, but there are those
Who have a reflex in their toes
To spell it other. Why should I frown?
None really lusts to do me down.
And they might honor, in a way,
My noisy yarp. I shouldn't say.
So spell me my way, or err in theirs,
We'll ease along and be confrères.

Some very big double-domes think the fraudster in the first post was a celebrated antient wit.