| Lots of love for the allowance of fuss |
ADORATION |
| Lots of space up there in the house in the open |
MOOR |
| Mine's a gin, Edward, or so I thought |
IMAGINED |
| Need to turn to be so loose |
WANTON |
| Not 32 across at all |
REPELLENT |
| On the face of it, a close one for a scrape |
ASHAVE |
| One leaves them, they're so dry |
DESERTS |
| Perhaps 26 across once more so as to get your own back |
REGAIN |
| Sat in the pure green |
PASTURE |
| Seems like E included in the weave |
WITHE |
| Solvent when they're made to meet |
ENDS |
| That sounds like a prophet once more |
AGAIN |
| The Poles hadn't paid when it was so cold |
SNOWED |
| The way to make a Kenneth befogged, by the looks of it |
MISTAKEN |
| There he's let live |
TENANT |
| There's no knowing what the girl has for sale |
UNAWARES |
| With this the bowler can't bowl and with this he musn't |
NOBALL |
| Would she drop her aitches in this country? |
ERIN |