A parody of Homophones
Come sale with me my suite suite rows,
Wheel flea together in corn rose,
I am your mussel soleful night,
Who byes you flours every knight.
Let’s sing suite melodies til’ horse,
Astride our whether beaten hoarse,
O’ my deerest blew eyed made,
Wee perfect pear, weave got it maid.
Come sale with me to the rivers and veils,
Enjoy the frill of wearing won scent vales,
We will say “May bee’ down buy the key,
Sew, as thyme goes fourth, love is our quay.
The son will shine as we ‘tie the not’,
Eye will sip fine whine, four ewe, may bee knot,
Tide, we hold quays that keep love in cheque,
Hoe deer! Forgot my lute, kindly pay the check!
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Copyright © W J Clarke | Year Posted 2022
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