What Non-Trying Men, Often'Estedly Sinned? Poem by Michael Gale

Gust's of winds into thy sails...
Must's of men to win yon sales.

Many gallant men often'est win...
What non-trying men offen'estedly to sin?

When'st thy directions, led men astray? ...
While'st thy misdirections, made them pay?

How often'est due they trip? ...
Guiltless hidden'est, minus thy lip.

Blessed wealth of the rich...
Stock Marketed agone when'st thy adrifted a'switch.

Storms sent asundered, mish-mashed away...
Unsteadied discomforted amassed thee aweigh-ed.