There’s something afire;
The tale of a loved one,
A messenger’s fright.
A strong under wire;
For bosoms unpleasant,
A harbinger’s plight.
A stroke of desire;
The peal of a clock call,
A challenger’s sight.
A fleet footed liar;
The love of a peasant,
A half injured knight.
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