What Does It All Mean?

A catch, getting healthier, reach for a miracle.
A critical, climatic, electric éclair.
A hermit with malice, a heretic with a chalice.
A cheetah and chimera, an ethical chemical
This is what I know of myself, Michael Ritchie.

A shirty sinner, with tyres that shriek.
A hiker, a thinker, an intern, a yeti.
A skirt in ninths, a terse yikes.
A shiny insert, enshrine neither tinker.
This is what I know of my friend Kristy Henney.

A naked airhead with a hairnet.
A knave that hinders the harvest.
A sneakier servant, a vanished trainee.
A thread of tiara thieveries.
This is what I know of my friend Katherine Davies.

A humanoid in uniform, sent to inform.
A horrid hairdo and random rhino.
A nomad, a friar, a druid.
A diamond in armour.
This is what I know of my friend Rhian Mudford.

A smaller miser, arise easily.
A memorial for memoirs, to boost morale.
A sailor, a loyal oily royal.
A slayer immorally yells for realism.
This is what I know of my friend Lois May-Miller.

A lewd leader, an adder.
A weasel with riddles and allies.
A dawdler, with a deadlier saddle.
A diesel eider swelled and swirled.
This is what I know of my friend Ellie Edwards.