There was much ado on TV about a hoosegow.
Someone had left a window open.
A strange voice kept shouting Trim the sails
perplexing several.
A cashier cashed out and clocks
wound up synchronized.
Don't drive drunk became the rallying cry
as we hailed a cab.
A symbolist jumped in
insisting on the last word.
He was dressed down.
Far too few have visited this hamlet
which is sad given its vistas
and cascading waterways.
A theme song might help.
Perhaps a structural for the pole barn.
Cateyes shimmer at the thought.
You too would have agreed with her panoply of curls.
Indeed, she was drop-dead gorgeous.
