of good wood follow fools to hollow floors.
Good doctors from Boston who own old Volvos
toot horns pro bono to honor solo donors.
Worms who glow go downtown tomorrow
to look for gold crowns in cocoons to drown sorrow.
Bold bonobos who bop so cool on bongos
show cold cobs to top-notch broncos.
Robot dogs who cook on roofs of school dorms
throw bonbon cookbooks to blond bookworms.
Gold fowl who roost on top of storm doors
drop down for brown cows’ strong colon odors.
Dogs who howl to moon show jowls to voodoo clowns
on lowdown docks known to hot towns.
Who knows why?
* A satirical play from 1734 by the English poet and songwriter Henry Carey,
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