How To Hang a Man
When loose is a noose,
There won't be hanging:
To hang one must choose
Noose of chain clanging
Or rope doubly tight,
Not making plans light.
Business seem a game
Wasting hands prove tame,
Then, death starts singing
And danger ringing:
Some arms just swinging,
To nothing clinging...
Hangmen, a lot booze
For mum's heart they bruise:
The necks forget "whose?"
As it's of no use...
A dirty subject!
What all ears reject...
Then, what's my object?
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