A wealthy, drunken, old-age gambler who made his fortune in bar-bets via lateral logic puzzles, various technicalities, and misleadingly-seemingly-impossible-but-actually-quite-easy-challenges climbs up onto a bar and begins to speak (and slur).
"You all know me!" he said "I've had the lot of you! But now it think I should give something back... In this note-" he said holding up a beer mat "I've hidden a message! Anyone who can read out the message correctly will go into my will and inherit a portion of my vast fortune. BUT anyone who gets it wrong is buying the house a round!"
The beermat (in impressively legible, tiny scribbles) reads:
The leaps of logic that we leap, And leave the answers in the deep, Beyond our mental comprehension, Begetting much strain, strife and tension, Yet our foes both small and great, We truly do appreciate, For puzzling does as puzzling is, Whether riddle, cryptic-clues, or quiz, The budding minds of interest growing, Thinking, guessing until knowing, Young and old minds charging in, Oft knowing not where to begin, Whether for pride or other gain, Or just to test and grow their brain, More worthy cause is hard to find, Than among the puzzling kind. ah kid vi vea id fed ed gon agaen no hope cafe rad
He must have been really drunk by the time he scribbled that last bit...
So would a hint be helpful
AH AK AA AC AP BB