Healed again!  His soul’s

Renewed!  His spelling, alas,

Not fixed like his shoes.

She bridles a bit,

Saddled with mucking out, but

It’s a stable job. 

Kwik Fit fit so quick!

Cars leave in better nick...but

Tyred and exhausted.

Tide’s out, seaweed sprouts

From rocks. With fronds like these who

Needs anemones?

Seymour Opticians

Live up to their name, selling

Specs in lovely frames.