Junger Cloth

I can make out 'd'
A reversed 'y'
Acrylic, lower, Urals, question mark
More demonic than italic
A snake 's'
The numeral two at end
Then a letter so simple, yet disgusting in a stroke
And the it anti-matter
That writ, wrote, it
Inexplicable and disgusting
Limp, yet mocking
Indestructable in a stroke
It encapsulates all that is foul in man and creature
It is scoffing
In a spacious and wasteful
Rochcliffe valley hall
Revealed in dream, in cloth
The dry cleaning fluid erased the brain so far
Brain we held most dear
Now we have to make sure
He’s safe, sound, and clear
He’s staying with friends again
He will never join
The quest
When they are of unguarded, friend
You see and believe
And Elizabeth and dear old Bill
Or the buffoonish Roderick
Lithic