Homonym Hymn

An experimental piece of fun with homonyms!

 

This is how she acts this scene.

Aeolus with a terrible blow.

Her stage is made with gilt.

They ask if she has a sole

Reason, to mime there each week,

Which no tool could ever write.

 

This is how she axe this scene.

Aeolus with a terrible blow.

Her stage is made with guilt.

They ask if she has a soul.

Reason, to mime there each weak,

Which no tool could ever right.

Author's Note

I doubt many people will like this piece, so I've prepared myself for whatever comments it receives. It's just a bit of fun really. Still, if you enjoy it, that's great!