Garing down
     carousers
      hitched up all kinds
      and nobody saw
      but what was good was bonny
      and all that.  So forth
      came ball danners
      over country pills through
      rice folded over.  
      Ground into the wailing
      were pals of no description,
      their wallets making 
      frehlings out of air,
      stalling carts on funny 
      runners.  And have you 
      ever seen that yourself?
      You only think.  Better 
      get two down and bury 
      the rest, four being the
      most anyone ever
      clowned.  See butter 
      the way I have and
      paint falls and crackles,
      never like it is in books.
      Forlies happen all the
      time.  Ever notice?
                        


			Lucille Murphy