Peace rawFully dispoileD

Peace rawFully dispoileD

{“auh-auaa-ah. . . auhh.”}

Under poof-lined high, peace-blue skies
I hear a dull cry, a rising diminuendo
That does dispoil, due dolefully air,
Wi' a rare uncommon dispairing flair
Now harmony ruptured, wi' rascalry blare
At daft dirging sadness sooOh unfair
I rudely wrought, do duefully bear
M'self up to me feet, all quiverishly—
To sweep down tha hill, ta quiet th' one.

{“RAaaaAGgHHH!”}