That Old Barn's Shingles, Silent And Pained. Poem by Michael Gale

Shingles, with trembling shutters...
decrepit temperance.

Weathered flutters...
Chimney's trance.

Heated scathing pained through the roof...
Cows giving milk in the meadow's utter.

Barns shake milk upside down....
Earth quakes all others found.

Pain of pains with itching scabs...
Makes all illness the wretched shingle's as
it's chambered mass.

At least, it is not crabs....
Only a disease of embarrassing stabs.