'rattle a rocket of bones'
they took up a tally
in tourniquet alley
and wept from a socket of thorn
soon they saw Sally,
who was part of the tally,
and leapt as though newly reborn
from cradles they cry
with a glint in the eye
of rockets rampant and roam
the devil did lie
from his cavernous thigh
and left but a pocket of loam.
from thence they gathered
in mutinous mather,
without so much as a fire
so hence they whence
to pocket a pence
and rend the heavenly spire
Sally said not a word,
As clear as a bird
But sang along anyway after.