The strangled car horns, broken, debonair,

Worth has not anything to show more sore

Dull would she be or cold who did not rage by

The  broken nuclei in their tragedy

The pity now doth, like  a sick fog wear

The strangled  car horns, broken, debonair,

Whips, towels, combs unneutered   rumpled lie

Unroll the British shields,, we shoot to pray

All quiet yet twittering with a reckless air.

Never did cunning more evilly still creep

As our PayPal; mock not  the plastic  Bill;

Whether I was, whether I felt, a sheep asleep!

The  nerves all heat up as  Trump’s  tweets may kill;

Oh God! all their fuses  blew they’re incomplete

And all  the mighty Courts   with liars fill