THE WANGLE OF IRONY

Auspices; A prelate’s rejoinder

The prorata of his down the poster

Sailing on a sea of traitors      

 A nation divided against itself holds.

Nauseating and ugly

Broad on pirates, on surf boats of anxiety

Mouths who speak infallible

The sales talk may know talks

Deep down the tall tunnel.

Laying a plate of niggle

Those of who are the frets

Voices of the isles shouts

Proprietor! Who is your sole guard?

And vase unhangs on the pole

Taken long ago old

A kingdom against itself holds

Deep down the deep tunnel

Mean’t I in those words

Him a nitwit a better proposal

Cumbered in the dull tunnel

So sacrosanct a frantic.

Give not a rusk to the children

It causes an unceasing harm

Deep down the deep tunnel.

Anna; the caricature laugh

Be as wise as twice

For backing the nincompoop is twice

My folly is the braveness of my mind

For you aren’t the chum

Who fears my ultimatum

For in a moo I shall return

With those haunting lines

Deep down the tunnel