Fairy weather tales
of woes and whatnots
once the rainy splots
wear winter quails.
Old crones of Wales
tell stories of hots
alas not great shots
but dreary wails.
So ends the dales
of deep granny knots
anger cannot rot
the soul is frail.
quail: it is according to OED
a courtesan, or a young woman
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