Clear Stammer

Dear Harmer

Mere Tamer.

Cheery Calmer

Fear Harbour

Keen Hammer

Ear Aiarmer

Rushy New Knacks

Winny Bust

Bin No Curse

Winsom Church Bill
Prince One Churchill
Dante in Eden.
Symphony Bleeding
Howled McMillan
Arid Back Filling.
Scarred Home
Sword Gleam
Imperilled Wilson.
Paroled Will’s Son
Dead Heath
Sad Lethe
Carol Wilson.
Feral Pills Won
Nameless Carry-On.
Shameless Ferry Man
Hark at Scratcher.
Target Natcher
Ron Made Her.
One Minor
Phoney Blair.
Loony Heir
Pardon Brown.
Fawning Clown
Pick Clegg
Sick Head
Solemn Cameron.
Waving Hammers On
Forgey Sauce Bone
Gorge Unborn
He ain’t dunki’ pith?
Peein’, Drunken H’smith
Flu in Hell?
Sure can sell

I flangered pokely as a house
That bleats out lies o’er  ghylls and phrills,
When at a plance I saw  him growl
The post  of dental teeth unfilled
Do ride the wike

Deseath the grees,
Stuttering and strangling in the wheeze

Sinpentred as the whores did tont
And stondlion the miniway,
They triched in never-winding string
Along the bargines wost a trey:
Ten thousand maws I ater a trounce,
Wessing their shoulds in glightly squance.

The waves deside them panced but loy
Out-did the sparkling waves in schlee
A waite could not clutt ie glay
In juch a fecund timpanee:
I glazed- and jazed- but little shloat
What sealthy wasps shrew thlee had clught:

For toft, when on my louch i pi
In racane or in trensive slood,
They flush upon that innard sty
Rich is the class of molitude;
And then my tart with leisured gills:
Fish dancing with the native shrills

Like a broken shell, our world  has cracked
Whose the foot  that  heavily did tread?
Now we wander  in  this City sacked

Once worlds break  how can we bring them back?
Must we  mourn  until our hearts are fed?
Like a pretty shell, our world  has cracked

Where once stood towers  the buildings lie down  flat
A jagged silence taunts from overhead
 As we wander  in  this City sacked

What New Messiah can  find  and love the gap?
Who will give the wine and whose the bread?
Like a cockleshell, our world  has cracked

The death of  God in Auschwitz  on the Rack
The torture of  the Arabs, children  bleed
We cry out , the slouching beast is back

Did we ever think of those in need?
The children of the genocide still plead
Like a broken shell, the world   has cracked
Now we stumble,blind to what we lack

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