| Tinker toy taped parade Tossed the lost and then forbade A tiny little guttersnipe Who smoked a lot of half-pipe pipe. For frugal feeling puppets then Come cased in waste of forgotten men Who never won a game of cards Nor bothered with a book of bards. So cheer the chimes of childlike dreams And explore exactly what it means To dress and drink and drive away When the fourth is man's creation day. To love the links in lusty chains Can bring naught but hurt and rusty pains In places some would leave unsaid But relax with a glass of their liquid bread. The gaps in glitter gladly say, "If you will not, then I'll away!" |
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