Wriggle raggle rampant rain
Righteous ardent bluff
More to risk than tisk visk lisk
Tut but cut my pain
Under hooded skies, sun spies
Searchers who dream
Bask, erm, villanelles
Wishes, dishes, shine
Former functions haunt the
Post, mailed with buttered jam
Bring me wind but never coast
More spartan brackish dram
Sever all the tied and plied
Rather open call
Ring and sing and wing and ding
Music at the wall
Files fold into a pack
Weighty matey fate
Wanton clouds grayly wracked -- sometime sun too late
Roman Ryan 