Super Altar

What life is there outside my
Headroom, bedroom, Stephen
Stephen, leave this epiphany to me
Small prizes form, ply sharp Whitsun
Burgeon, lasting dove sniper peace
Termed to the perpendicular

Prones to bring unusual smiles
From an extra-longheaded lady
Passing the parcel, piggy-eyed and painful
Market day as perturbed such ears
With a hint of a dandy's beano
On the side, always with a perfect helicopter

Strides far high super altar
Nether further with hearth dearth

Providing much merriment and fornication of those on parole

"Alpha my cottage," mirthed the green fair maidens
Resplendent in muslin silly bugger slack-sniffing headgear
All two of 'em, well, yes 'ere by postman's knock, knock knock knock

"Parp parp parp parp parp,"
Parped the vicar's wife out of her
Too large nose
No crystals on
The window
Ever shifted as
A push flew up
And broke the neck
Of tidy seamstress
Plina [x4]