I've Words To Be Mine
Bootless Phrase Mingled
Let It Wayward On Diety
Might Born Almighty

I Have Ryhme But No Craven
Simply Churlish One's Eye
Sorrowful Pribbling Death
Compare Is To Mewl A Tie

Don't See Artless Cockered Bee
Sigh Between Giglet And Rogue
Whispers On Way Flap Clock
Dismal Scheme Seems To Lie

Cheerful Clouds Motley Tied
Angels Of Heaven Tottering
Demons Of Hell Dissembling
What A Wonderful Ending It Lout Peacefully

© -John Edward Kenneth Parado