| Like the finest, so it's up never to be fired |
ASBESTOS |
| Look at me with the five hundred that appeared |
SEEMED |
| Rifle in a relative condition |
AKIN |
| Rubbish, as is one's wont |
REFUSE |
| That's just not working |
LEISURED |
| The Da comes up to promise, my boy, for living |
ADVOWSON |
| The moke I see at last for its old age |
JURASSIC |
| The weight of the little bed may be wool |
COTTON |
| There's a crafty way to make them pay the penalty |
FINEARTS |
| There's a shed round about with nothing in it |
BARREN |
| This always is at the end of the day nigh to tea |
DARKNESS |
| This worried the two, confused deer |
BOTHERED |
| To cut the top off, that would be frightfully wrong |
TERROR |
| Very little may be made of the moat |
ATOM |
| What does this tell us about those who are no more? |
RELATE |
| What one has to pay for a horse |
AMOUNT |