Lad's Tin Hero

[ulcerated sonnet]

O rental dish!
Dear thin sol!
I lash to rend
Hostile Rand.

Ant is held, or
Real don-shit.

(This darn olé.)

Oh! sled train!
Shed no trail!
Slide no hart!

(No heart slid.)

Sh! no red tail!

(Red hail's not
Red hail snot.)