Xvi: Yours Freed Representor

Sir – dearest Vicar, Tho’ you failed to tell Those that faces in that dark night, The gods had called the birds Fresh from the forced excursions! Sir – dearest V.C., Now, this is another false re-approach: Demanding cowries from the birds For the corns they ate not! Why are the initial clouds being moved again? Sir – dearest Vicar, Free all the caged representors – We need peace in the communal nest! – Thanks: yours freed representor.