CAPERS

<br>what has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names<br>wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames<br>in the fake - ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive!<br>the hour hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types<br>so we can catch and thread a minstrel bleed a tower down to its ankles<br>so we can`t go up or stay up find the thumb dumb in your ear brain<br>get unfunny! such as choirs do why the clocklock bought up this one<br>just when things seemed so paperparrent like my toothface? like my out-do?<br><br><br>capers... capers... <br><br>oh a streak, o`treacly ink-inks tied my knees all up in elbows<br>erase that lapsing smile tub lose the slip of the small soap-fellows<br>account the addups till I do-nots are we balanced? we`re in business!<br>idle tidal, rush in, tried all with a limb`s...all legs and armour<br>I had a dreadful diehood diehard, drunken, sunken, monk-heart<br>oh I had a wonderful diehood thanks to my fa, fa, family