It's The Dead Gain Tocks Swinging Locked

Ices in the belly of the body stores,

compare the Kenning Letter to you've ignored,

the rise of the Dawn in the Twilight of Man,

the Virtuoso Schemes to Planned,

all in the Fiddle of Bow to a Middle.

Fire Starters

Charge the change to done & over,

decisions run the Axe of Clover,

a gentle hello would have Dovered,

like a Mag. in the Arms of Warred.

Kindled Stoking

Read the Verb to say no Name,

empty verse to filling stained,

magnify the belief,

as the Ache to eat a Tree.

How do You like those Apples now,

Mango ate like a Cow,

slobbering taste sharing case,

the Orchard small is likened Laced!!

Riding Horses Arena Faced

The World vouch in Aimed to Loused,

sucking hosed to exhaustive poked,

take, take, take, take, take deceptive,

eat the Fodder of the let 'em.

Proud in I of merry Kind,

congratulations to the blind,

eye sockets hole for I balls Snore,

Blunt is just another Door.

Trace the Base to just no Meet,

makes the Cake say what's a Sheet,

duvets are made of Down today,

the Feathers with the Fluff in Stay.

Back, Back, Back turn a Way,

leg, leg, leg use the Calf,

increase impulsion heels down,

made riding Axle a Mango'd Fan.

Understanding the lingo Horse,

a Three-Day Event is often coursed,

cross-country the simple measure of court,

dressage before the Stadium Vorked.

Time in the Score of Complete alone,

for no comprehensive said Blunt must go,

it is mere to the next big Show,

a venue to surf to the Popcorn curr!!

Like time disconnected for the Cell call,

remote is now as good as dough,

text the quick to intro slow,

warming up in the Arena Mow of Done Overs.

Hello, Hello, Hello Again,

the Past is in the Futures bend,

of Now the Hour in shattered Cower,

for the Learn is all 'Just Matter' of Factual lattereds!!

Crumpings