| Rode along it, by the sound of it |
STREET |
| Sarah, I have a dead spit of this |
SALIVA |
| Seems the editor has been blown up in his apartment |
INFLATED |
| Seers go on ahead |
EYES |
| Sit around the painting back there in no broad sense |
STRAIT |
| Six in spots for spoils |
RAVISH |
| Sounds as if one's work is all right |
AUTHOR |
| That's one way to give one lip |
KISS |
| The middle of a nice one of 27 across, by the sound of it |
CENTRE |
| The once depended on horsepower over waters |
BARGES |
| They get needled with the strands |
THREADS |
| They needle one, being such stinkers |
SEWERS |
| They're soon to start up hanging around with you |
NOOSES |
| Toed around the waterhole to get dry |
TOWELLED |
| Twice as silly in one killing one |
ASSASSIN |
| You, with help of poetry from Ulster, make the whole of everything |
UNIVERSE |