Ewe No A Lyre

Ok everyone, I recently became a member of a poetry “club” and today I decided to enter a contest sponsored by one of the members.
The title of the contest is “Only Homo’s Allowed”

Now before anyone gets off task allow me to elaborate…

The word homo is from the Greek word meaning same and according to Wikipedia a homophone is a word that is pronounced the same as another word but differs in meaning, and may differ in spelling. The words may be spelled the same, such as rose (flower) and rose (past tense of “rise”), or differently, such as carat, caret, and carrot, or to, two, and too

Ok, here are the instructions:
“What I want is at least 10 lines or more
Any form is acceptable. But funny is always better
You must include as many Homophones as you can, If
buy chance you include a word that could have been a
Homophone and missed it, you will be N/A
There will be one first, second and third place only
Thank you and good Luck”

So here goes nothing…(let me know what you think)

Ewe No A Lyre

their once was a man with a bore
who worked down at the local bizarre
the bore eight corn colonels four lunch
and blew genes whir awl the man war

owe the bore eight serial two
from a plait unlike me oar ewe
we wood knead a bowl and a spoon
ore a mop wood bee totally due

won fine weak day mourn wile working
he brood tee four the men who maid toys
making tee and giving assistants
was that witch maid the mane men
his buoys

his gnu fame was nice
and it urned hymn
a day too lien back and relax

sow he went strait too his sweet
and wile still on his feat
he eight mince, mustered, pees and bare meet

at work he aloud his ant two chute bawl
butt four know obvious reason at awl
she through bred and plumb pi at
the goal

he chaste her aweigh
butt owe my he felt sow bad
sew he cent her to scents and a flour
and aloud her two come back inn an our

the gilt she felt
brought her pane
four she new she ode hymn sew much
she gathered her teem just inn thyme
two sing thank ewe sow very much.

win he herd the whey
they whir singing
it brought a tier too his I

he ran too the gait
two waive wildly
wile screaming a hi pitched buy by.

by Rochelle Harris

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