Broken Mended

Peace and piece went to war
Pray and prey danced at the bar
Sow and sew both embraced
While check and cheque could not be paired

When the Pilot spoke plain in the plane
The harlot blew the more her blue skirt
Many thought she was not taught
And then she knew she was in a den

My maize farm is a maze
But this fare is not fair
Our reign should be full of rain
So the price of rice our prize may rise

The thumb is sure your right
A lamp to light up dim or bright
A tree to be hewn or to bear fruit
A great wealth it is even without money