Him a transom in arts, an amorist
astir atoms harmonise in his norma
his stria, his stroma, an iota
not a mot man, a mora man in a rima naos
this shoat’s shoran
smartsmith artist
son
a maison, a manor, a rath, a stoa
a host
a hit
this sim, riant mirror
mirror minor mirth in mas minora, rah!
a martin’s horn matins, a mort to soar in stoma
in a mo at most, a month, months, a moa
as rotas rin
soon roan, soon mor, soon mori, soon mortis
too soon, this morn
too soon shorn short
short shorn noir storm mist ran rain to rias
strains rin riot
norma to soma, somas or somata
rosin to rot to sori
rats to stairs to stars
I’m rash, I rant, I moan this ransom
Martin aroints north at tharm
oaths stir orts not to omit
ratio stains rations
main man is hoar
main man is aorist
this man hants a satin satori
no sham, no shit
no tarnish nor thorns
no hot air
no moins his monist moira raison
a nim, a noh, to hoist his hint
soit or not I miss him
Sri Sir, sit
A toast to a saint:
on air, in arms
Martin roams