When the sun goes down

In the land of things to write

It becomes very quiet

Stars out bright

Chill in the night

A sneaky Word starts it's round

Fast it can go like the wind blows

Before you know

Things go out of hand.

The sneaky Word goes on playing on it's band

Rumours and salacious gossips

Make mad the bishops clan.

Running after the sneaky Word

In battle gear with horses fast

It is tied up in a pole mast

The die has been cast

Justice meted out fast

The sneaky Word is an outcast

Everyone holds their breath fast

No gossips no more

Peace and good things flow

In the new mornings glow.

What was the row?

The bishop's daughter had run off with the hatter

After all prestige was the matter

of the bishop's clan

as the news came out pitter patter

it caused a smatter 

the sneaky Word was  now the target

it was hauled  up in garter

on to the polemast

left it aghast,

while the daughter and the hatter were 

put in seperate baskets 

and carted off to the end of the land

in seperate directions I am told

So another story unfolds

Love  on one hand forlorn

the  sneaky Word upside down and torn!