Thplan of the web sprung.
Counting the GOLD of the plung.
We must have free clean hands free.
Our image of goodness must be.
To find a person of place.
There we will pull our ace.
Casting our wrong in his face.
Then to cover with woven lace.
We will look slim.
For the wrong of our sin.
BUT, the gold in our vaults.
Will save us from future faults.
Our sin will never reach heaven.
For we say no prayers at eleven.
[from 8hop.com 2007 offline ] POEWHIT 2013