Frankly

i have crafted and shafted and then re positioned divulged and indulged to precise disposition yet frankly my points are most blunt at the end and my walls tend to fall at the slightest of bends be it not such a bridge but a try at amends, with a friend who is quite hard of hearing come step in my cauldron both women and children, these are the crimes i admit to both willinging and wildered For i am the poet of pilgrims , what was left has been pillaged and raped, and only i who had managed escape have been left to rebuild from the timbers