London 1647

Like the mediaeval skirmish, defeat with stale dismay Adjacent to every dwelling the silent donor plague; Masquerades of scarlet doom as those who pass away Unhygienic circumstance with umpteen reasons vague. Black Death buboes mystery and evil stench of sewage, Overcome in mammoth form an infestation magnitude A maze of sedimentary canals, full to brim in carnage Reared bubonic wilt of life, description misconstrued. Queasy whiff from rotten flesh, riddled scourge of fleas Dejected mass oblivious did every suburb town; Sodden paths were warily like red light district sleaze Opening cracks to insult what this suffereing put down. Gradual was the ambush, a pungent trough of mess Undisturbed was litter strewn to marinade as broth Sludge and silt defied the tilt and wasn't getting less, Darkened skies were charcoal grey, depicted every cough. Stand pipes caused an arbitary membrane miles long, Scavenged crust of leaking rot was London's crumpled city Death prepared ones destiny to which whose dare belong Disease was one priority, the other? That's a pity! Expertly did a crafted sway! Enactment to the bold Manifold a peoples ploy to disinfectant everywhere Found conclusive rations, much was burned to scold, Sanitised a rat free zone to dormant sleep somewhere.