Apples are sold at autumn faires, though
Blockheads don’t go, or buy them there.

Cauliflowers grow white as curds, but
Ducks have colors, like other birds.

Eagles soar high in the sky above, while
Farmers work the land far below.

Gentlemen, void of care, hunt with their
Hounds — to run down the hare.

Innocents may look dark, but only when
Keys lock them out of the park.

Larks flit about in the air, but most
Mammals will never get there.

No one’s ever at fault — it’s just that
Otters are so fast, they can’t get caught.

Plums so often get drippy, especially when
Quaking aspens shimmer in the wind.

Roses grow on bushes, not on trees, and
Sailors still plough the deep-blue seas.

Tops look like turnips as they spin and fall
Underneath the kitchen table.

Virgins ignore whatever they are told —
Wealthy in virtue, if not silver and gold.

Xerxes’ boys want to wax strong, like
yews — fulsome, and forever green.

Zena’s girls dream the same dream.

. . . . .

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