WHAT?

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