Rook Unstood Poem by Reddle Hinheart

So, what pauses you this early?
A bunch of knocking dolls;
At acts were all discernity,
A fact would almost dose

The rings were falling funkly
Alost to actual nark;
Behind the broughts were beaconly,
Go gently on the sheik

But bust was all the outcome
Not tire the wholesome song;
A rat would long for seldom,
Not let sail too long

The priest would tell your sense
Not naggity to fest;
A held to slip the rushes,
A tust to fill your jaste

Beat all with fawkes and piglets
To haul a duresome law;
But fick you all the judges,
A brack and soothe and bow

The skill infest your vile chust
What unity abode;
Mean rumpers, tellers, oucast,
Inspite the rule of croad

What fell was the suggestion
Incept and loon and fight;
But lock on all the tension,
The gils, and squids and wrought.