
Debossing the Devil
You and yours’ waterworks welsh on the parade
A zeugma-blurring sotong, I’m afraid,
And a dtiin-mɛɛo, meowing as they mock,
as they bemoan, the morn’s slipshod news by the Shrewsbury clock.
There are none such hidebound quondam hounds as those,
Whose secreted skulls hoax humane pose,
Or freedom of the press,
As later models literally profess.
An imprint for a devil’s advocate
In its details, is a devilish fate.