Who jailed julia

Streakhaven was the nudist who took store belts
The stushie aspired forehuman young males to welp
Behad naiive the likened avarkanous sisters
Turned jailworthy misters

Caught in stride for windle chink and wrapped
Not clate to track the ticker the light uncapped
Uddered bluddered juice to feed his mooth
as growners chewed the hoofed

Survival pouch carrying faded print kangaroo news
Thirteen years old and yanked by solitude
Lusting afflufinest peatherly clothes at market
In Oxony Gaol where blark glassy eyes are darkest
and his stomach starveth

Bittertell and stir with a hoop bottomed wells
which unwally ocean paraded like mountainous bells
Piercheaved the lungs of our God who rolls over storms
Be sovereign at dawn