Revised sonnet #1598
Lady Looking Glass were lolling leery
Grant gigantic fancies one pinch of salt
Duke Kulls mirrors flummox falsifying fault
Or reflecting nought prove plaques plain eerie
Sobs subside we sorry slaves are weary
Sweet silver cup concoctions give a jolt
Fortified fresh from a private vials vault
Perry poured perhaps we dare not query
Hoards have abandoned principles and flee
Ahead of Talons soldiers stomping stroll
From fjords and mounts mad mammas bleat one plea
Claim kids crave crusty bread and butter dole
Trust tough Baron Talon melancholic
He moulds mist and mirrors parabolic
Chorus melancholic glum sad