>>For what it's worth, I've retired from versification, but... OH NO!!!! Surely some mistake

UNCOMPRESSED (for WAV)

The last swan flies from Coole unaware of the waiting hunter
And the walking man leaves the foul rag and bone shop
Of his heart on the final sojourn
And the, abuse, of the, humble, comma ends.

Let me number the days that my heart bleeds for your return
Let me yearn for my turn to burn the infernal internal churn
Lay metre aside and chase zeugmatic symbiosis
On the top deck of a number 27 bus
Reflecting on the mund and inane.

Not one.

"Walk a mile in my shoes" he said
But I only managed to walk obit.
Errata will follow but
Erato can sleep again
With conscience unbound

E J Thribb (13)