Homophone Hospice

Round Mudville Market, foul air was omnipresent butchers rent fowls’ necks to make tenant's rent, the scene that was seen was most unpleasant. As sunset fell, we watched through evening light, as Casey mighty Casey held his stout bat tight while striving poet searches to right words write. Seems a southpaw would tear up bravado's montage Casey’s legend scorched by unknown pitcher’s flamage and tears like diamonds sluice down his visage As darkness gathers, a lone bat flits round diamond site with Casey wiff, the bleacher rift, for sure a sorry sight as we quaff stout, raise glasses high, E. Thayer's tale recite.