because it’s Day twenty four’s prompt. Gah!
Anagram of Laura Parsons
Arson rasps; our soul snarls to pour
Sour slop pus on our parasol parlour.
No oar, no spur, no spar, no roar
Nor loan us a polarspan, a soap lunar
Alas, a sun uproar as a sauna
also, soul-plan scorns our aura
