THE HARLOTS CHILDREN.
 (The Heralds Poem.)  

   

The Dragons Demons,
Come shooting through,
In Spiffs 'n' Wiffs,
Of Poison Powders,
Then Caverns call,
Ceilings,
Children,
Painting Portraits,
In colours resplendent,
Of a Life not yet spent,
Caught,
This Herald,
In Harlots Clothing,
Strikes,
Devonport,
Telling out Her News!