Homophone.

Homophone.

English language

confuse me no more,

I’m here to hear him,

hit heat, and

take a bit from beat

aloud as allowed.

Waits for weight,

kills bear with bare

hand,

while Blew holds blue

trumpet.

On bike hiking,

he brakes to break,

eats cereal with a serial

killer,

travels on coarse course

to watch deer with his dear.

Cheap fare he gets

on every fair day,

always flee from fleas

anytime Flowers

holds flour in hand;

shouts foul

but friend hands

him fowl.

 

Cites sighted work at site,

eats whole meal in a hole

after an hour walk from work

with our friend.

At home he kneads

a pottery,

no one needs,

in a knotted tie

not in work suit.

Maid man made for

his comfort-

physically and sexually,

but nun none is talking

about,

because every week

weak commit sins

from seen scenes

at home or elsewhere.

Oh! One won the

contest,

pail looks pale,

peace becomes a piece,

plane flies on plain

surface,

as role rolls out duties.

Weather changes,

whether man likes it

or not, and

sun warms son every day

from soul to sole.

Stare from stairs,

he dislikes,

his tale won’t remove

tail from any dog,

too much story won’t give

two dollar daily pay;

clothes he has

but nowhere to wear

them.