Things oral

by William C. Blome

What a lovely songster is the English sparrow
about his rainspout home; I took to yelling
I’m only divorced five hours since lunch;
the greengrocer’s shrill whistle got my attention
yesterday, he sold me some terrific endive;
and my largest pinto pony, hands higher
than any ever on our farm save one, swallowed
pinking shears last Wednesday in his stall.