Onions ramble, squabbling,
carries wise dog
that thought,
I smells peaches. Yumyum!
Whokilla the laughing king?
Onions?
Noise?
Jauntyhatted cavaliers?
Groangrousegurgling sailor from Dalkey?
Sending police:
the ickylickysticky mystery,
thick afraid for country,
provokes gallows.
Deathflower for king.
Police revealing townsmen
towards witness.
Muttering citizen:
“Virag looms, tinkling secret.”
Dave Williams 