Dear Town Poem by Reddle Hinheart

Sign of seldom ragged rivers;
Peace and not the alter bears
Swish and bulk the autumn flats:
Nuts and coins; a lunky greets

Own my amnest burdened town;
Sire, a folk would gownest lawn
Meet together ousten fig:
Role of sure and modest nig

Lots to joke on and beware;
Roots of coon and finest chair
Roads to glore and weakened diss:
Came to my opportuned gas

Fake and never soul to mind;
Real and very anthemed blind
Caught to rock on darely fine:
Shoot but oughtly fear the line

Rooks and duty sealers knock;
Soon my beauty lookers lank
Bark of bane and usual tail:
Will of just and futile fail

Shook on no one utters well;
Means and justice runners dwell
Humble to obscurity:
Seem a porter dealing bree.