The howl at the moon

An empty spoon
And plates forlese
The hard cheese do,
Sequential breed...

Working the room
Pigs lie and kneel...
With a long broom
For onion's peel...

The more they look
The less they see,
Flat the owls hoot
On shriveled trees.

The hope afoot 
Suddenly ceased
And stay aloof
The bonnet bees

Shadeless no roof
Too weak to flee...
The bloody coot
Made air not free

Flat goes the oof..
As cost increase
Yet the pigs loot
All breaths with ease.


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