On Richmond Hill,he made a pass.

On Richmond Hill,he made a pass
On Richmond Hill there is no path as fresh as a ram’s horn.
In Richard’s till he felt an ass.
On witches hill she baited breath
With quiches will she him impress?
She met him in the garden where the waiters glow.
He sat her by   a hoarding where disclaimers show
Ye Hanks and Braids, your hairs in bloom
The Yanks and Knaves of sunny doom
Sundered by the churches, I sit and scream for Lou.
Charlotte’s  wisdom tried her heirs.
Careless bliss, come  by me soon
Harlot’s wisdom  left him bare.
Speed bonny oath,like a swear on the wind.
She jumped off the hedge and came too in the corn.
She jumped up a ledge and roamed free  with his horn
The fishing hens of England go out to pee  and nip.
The clock    rang.It says,please wind me up.Can’t it amuse itself tonight?
The clock rang twelve.It only does it to annoy me.After it finishes it’s nearly one.Bong.