While Talking on the Homophone

　　While talking on the homophone

　　I heard the strangest thing.

　　I heard a girl named Summer Winter

　　fall into a spring.

　　I heard a knight who mourned

　　for Eve and Dawn one afternoon

　　was later weakened in a daze

　　by April, May and June.

　　I heard a baker pinched some dough

　　and pitched the batter too.

　　But when the owner fired him

　　the loafer wouldn't shoo.

　　I heard a psychic wagered stakes

　　and gamboled as she won.

　　It's rare to see a medium

　　who's ever so well done.

　　I heard the toast made butter fly.

　　The reason? It was plain.

　　I heard the king was always wet.

　　He blamed his lifetime reign.

　　But now he's dry; at eight feet tall

　　his crown was over throne.

　　I guess that's what I get

　　for talking on the homophone