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This is my Homophone contest submission     


Ewe No A Lyre

their once was a man with a bore
who worked down at the local bizarre 
the bore eight corn colonels four lunch
and blew genes whir awl the man war

owe the bore eight serial two
from a plait unlike me oar ewe
we wood knead a bowl and a spoon 
ore a mop wood bee totally due

won fine weak day mourn wile working  
he brood tee four the men who maid toys
making tee and giving assistants
was that witch maid the mane men
his buoys

his gnu fame was nice 
and it urned hymn
a day too lien back and relax 

sow he went strait too his sweet
and wile still on his feat
he eight mince, mustered, pees and bare meet
 
at work he aloud his ant two chute bawl 
butt four know obvious reason at awl
she through bred and plumb pi at 
   the goal

he chaste her aweigh
butt owe my he felt sow bad
sew he cent her to scents and a flour
and aloud her two come back inn an our

the gilt she felt
brought her pane
four she new she ode hymn sew much
she gathered her teem just inn thyme
two sing thank ewe sow very much.

win he herd the whey
they whir singing
it brought a tier too his I

he ran too the gait
two waive wildly
wile screaming a hi pitched buy by.

      by Rochelle Harris

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