Runcibl'd Spooner: Fowl Bawl

Protestor
with Axe

Manicur’d tract wherein

Tinseltown’s talent’s interr’d:
Park Lawn
     For three shillings sixpence
I'd hock Ralph Vaughn Williams’s bird:
Lark pawn
     Moral (A):
What doesn’t ascend stays put in the end.
     Moral (B):
If it ain’t broker’d, don’t Styx it.