Sunday, 27 October 2013

Charade (1)

The first, the mark of worth to those
Across the pond, the Yankee men.

And next, the ruler, lord, and who
In death will be replaced again.

The third, the lowest of the low,
The flesh that's eaten off the bone.

But when we put them all in one,
We find our ruler’s lovely home. 

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