Youth
(Sir John Bateman)

Gas Institute,
Blazing but Gym,
The man was running, X-metal,
Girl, singing a hymn,
Web when men kayak put end lorry
Captain Webb, an international,
Along Canal old boy swimming.
That is made of brick rolls,

Along the pool, swimming along
Swimming in Mayfair,
The bank paid Dawley
When you go to heaven.

The intelligence of the sun low on the railway line
The pile of bricks, the window on
International houses' return,
When I saw the spirit, mutate Quebec,
Quebec banzai, iota frumpish,
Come together for bathing suit with Gravy
Meeting Saturday night.

Drip, drip,
Religious Community Hall;
The increased and continued framework Gravy
Which faded on the outer surface of the wall.

No one Oakengates
This is because there is no fairy tale,
Iron over the valley,
And - the tour Coalbrookdale,
It said the man was also an international website
Captain Webb, an international,
Static and dead rose from an old canal
That is made of brick rolls,

Dead and rigid, harsh and dead,
Meeting on Saturday,
The bank paid Dawley
A point on his way home.