Four inked keys.

Wars over apples wars over wine

war over coal and now with no one left to dial 

as they cut the morse code in two 

As the Twit ta woo  is showering its

plans from hemisphere to hamper.
How too spend these pieces of eight 

And last four ink keys and how to 

Reed borne again.
What to wear at dinner when already 

Dress to the nines And seven minutes late 

and a jacket that can’t be reversed

Even if a world can.
And with no else here just a toucan 

or too entertain 

A flower too press with And to whom 

Will you now call by your fingered 

name as they switch the lights on and off

Again.