you’re a bully’s frost
an eagle’s doubt
the belly of a bean sprout
lobster love lost
all down hill
and all day long
bells in my song
god pays the bill
humor my hamper
stunt my dented fear
wish upon a lager beer
tighten the fish clamper
anvils at your head
free the otters’ joy
smack an English boy
and leave him for bread
then bread the buttered ford
and call it your son
marry your son’s lungs
and call them Lord
