The troupe of troops
by cricketjeff on April 4, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Beneath the beech, beside the beach
We watched as dancers whirled
Then we went in the ancient inn
And talked about the world
We drank some beer, set on a bier
While chatting to a maid
We came to hear who had been here
As history was made
Was on the fourth that they set forth
To set about the horde
Brought by the guest that they had guessed
Was hid behind the hoard
The stench was vile, they took a vial
Of oils that smelled so sweet
And spent some time to pick some thyme
To share amongst the suite
No time to mourn that fateful morn
They had to make a march
And they could see far out to sea
The storms approach that March
It was their fate to miss the fete
The fight was far away
No chance to peer along the pier
A heavy load to weigh
They came to spar inside the spa
The fight could not be won
They filled the whole of every hole
Killed almost every one
The ants they fought throughout the fort
All seemed to form a queue
They had to die in splats of dye
An ending right on cue
Back to the bar all bleating baa
Each acting like a ewe
This weirdest rite to them seems right
But I’m perplexed, are you?
Author notes
The following list of homophones was provided, it didn’t seem quite long enough
to me so I have numbered off the ones I used and added one or a dozen of my own
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faun/fawn
1 peer/pier
2 beech/beach
bridle/bridal
cellar/seller
chilly/chili
3 forth/fourth
gene/jean
friar/fryer
4 guessed/guest
5 hole/whole
higher/hire
6 hoard/horde
7 in/inn
lichen/liken
8 suite/sweet
9 made/maid
clause/claws
mince/mints
10 thyme/time
11 cue/queue
12 vial/vile
13 morn/mourn