Homophones are homogeneous geniuses

And to two more tumors

Of knotted color, not calor

In court, after four caught, for dual duels

The reporter's nose knows

Who's news with whose noose

It's not fair to have no fare

Whether the weather

Missed the scene of mist seen

And stayed staid that only made

The incorrigable maid encouragable, to

Lead the led there with lead in their head

Those who cast their die, die

The one who leaves, won

Two leaves leave, too

Arriving at the vacation SITE.

We lost our SIGHT with tears.

There was a big Hole in the road.

The WHOLE trip seem to take years.

With a mess the size of a CREEK.

We slowly CREAKed by.

We grabbed the REIN of our steed,

Before the RAIN built up in the sky.

aw, are we writing again?

i once had a bath in the City of Bath

Cain brought his Cain into school

I wanna marry Dawn at the crack of dawn

Even I don’t think they’re even

going to the fair sounds fair to me

Great was the grated cheese!

hi, are you high??

indigo wanted to paint the sky indego

J is Jay’s favourite letter

Sir Pete was knighted over night!

Lou is going to the loo

May was born in May

no, I don’t know the time

Oh, O is your favourite letter

i peed in the pool for 5p

you oBly gave me a quater of the quatrr pounder!

Ray is just such a ray of sunshine!

some people like a good sum every now and then

too many people use the number two these days

Varooka From Charlie and the chocolate factory was as rotten as the varooka on my toe!

we have to wee wee on the floor!

you’re neglecting your kids

Hit the brake before I break

I have an hour before our time is up

I'll wail like a whale until you take

Sorry that I've peaked but that must have piqued your interest

A pair of clouds I want to pare away

I'll raise the rays of the sun

See the light scatter across the sea

Prey on my reflection and pray that I'm done

It had only been two weeks, when he asked if she loved him too

But he didn’t know that the answer was no

He knew it was new,

He was blue when he blew it,

He was told to shoo so he put on his shoe,

Forgot the other one, and she had won,

He forgot his cell, perfect for her to sell,

He turned left, and finally left.

Aye! Listen to my ails

For my long lost love of those dry, pale ales!

How parched my barren throat turns aflame

As I stand between these magnificent arcs –

Mesmerized by the ancient, sacred arks

That have been resurrected

From his pain.

Laid naked about like a chipped, window pane!

As I stumble upon that dirt path home,

I brayed in a drunken hum

To the lass who fashioned an evening braid.

But it was she who left cause

To the now broken, beating flesh of mine –

As those tones matched this heart’s hollowed caws.

An in my chance,

I crocheted some chants,

For the school children’s hymns that day.

And in my arid stupor,

As sobriety shapes my logic,

I cowered,

Like a shameful coward,

Under the moonlit reflection I saw then.

My face,

So haggard,

My beard as a dirty crewel –

Oh, how life has been cruel

To a drunkard like me!

Within these dense dents

That lay upon my crown,

I defusely disengage

the frayed edges that linger diffusely in the dim light.

I am of no harm.

But to thee who peer behind

The dark, moldy veil to accede,

My trials,

The gross of my failures,

Will far exceed.