The Puritan

Having approached the city in a bolshie mood,
With a dark cloudy face,
Ready to plunge his bombardments,
It’s only putting her hurricane lamp on
That forestalled the earthquake happening.
 
His puritanical streak
Befuddled the psyche of the Hen
Sure! He seem to be
The Cock, but
Is he really the Puritan?
 
Being regarded as the capitulum
He shouldn’t float in the
 Ocean of Sharks as the stubborn loony!
For he can coalesce the Tiger and the
Goat and be the folk hero.
 
His wedlock’s climax
Would only be compassed when
He scrubbed the matrimonial hurdles
Let him try it!
Doesn’t the theme move mountains within?