Bored,have mercy.

Bored,have mercy.
The Law’s gone tepid
For leather and feather
My bloke is sweet and my curtain’s light
The Ten Dependants  were found
The Fuse   crossed the Desert and blew off unleavened heads
The High Yeast  was missing
The Romans  struck water
After the sins, a still,small choice.
Is purgatory good news?
Why are you here, Terry Myers?
Have Percy, my cat,oh Pawed!
Sod ’em? Tomorrow.
The Shower of Mable
The power of song
Power and the Lark