Brigitte Poirson writes

A SMALL FANTASY

I love laughs.

They loathe laughs.

They love loaves.

I love laughs.

I miss Miss.

They miss mess.

They miss moss.

I miss Miss.

I think thanks.

They think thongs.

They think thugs.

I think thanks.

I kill skulls.

They kill skills.

They kill schools.

I kill skulls.

I hail hills.

They hail hail.

They hail hell.

I hail hills.

I can coin.

They can cane.

They can con.

I can coin.

I hate heirs.

They hate hares.

They hate hairs.

I hate heirs.

I mean men.

They mean: mine.

They mean mean.

I mean men.

I word: worth.

They word worse.

They word ward.

I word: worth!