Ticks in fields.

Ticks in fields may dragon race bang the bell 

Crosses folding maids visiting men with 

Broken bones hats made of cones smoking 

Rivers clandestine meetings of confinement 

On finished line you can’t see collecting 

Prescription to refill the missing keystrokes 

I bet you can can can have it all delivering

Worded bricks spelling lipstick taking

Decorations down smiling at the coyotes 

cards on strings finding ruffled feathers 

Honeymoon on the backbencher of a 

Secondment sofa currently engaged 

Brewing sun dried sultanas in demijohn