A FEW AUDIBLE GRUMBLES

HE WINKED SLYLY AT STACEY

THEY WERE AWESTRUCK BY UNCLE HAMMER

SAID LITTLE MAN OMINOUSLY

WITHOUT A WORD OF REPRIMAND

THEY WERE AFRAID OF SLAVE REVOLTS

BECAME PROFITABLE TO PEOPLE

SHE STARED AT ME IRRITABLY

ASKED LITTLE MAN SUPICIOSLY

CHRISTOPHER JOHN SYPATHIZED PATTING ME

HE LEANED FORWARD SECRETIVLY

AS THE FIRE SPUTTERED AND DIED

NOT ONE OF THEM PUNY SIMMSES

MAMA SAID REVERENTLY

THE MILLING

LEAVING THE WALLACES GAPING