The Humdinger of a comedy choke chained 

In the pasture wool dried along marshes 

Where you once could throttle that boat called

misery and a Tramp was a stretch away 

with a oblong stick aptly named Ling 

hired to touch the board warping 

walks Of the canyon.


the Sauvant drawing its still life baby 

whilst grand after grand burnt in the yard

Swigging brown paper wine hosting thoughts 

Original Televisied and saved in San serif 

called fowl footprints wading  

Along ponds reading herons dreams of frogs 

Breed in corn beef cans with hose pipe 

Banned out in force searching for Branding 

iron Weight box wedged in gun range song

Played on feather powered cartridge near by.