Won’t You Be My Neighbor? (poem 4, Balladeer’s quatern)
There goes my crazy neighbor, Flo.She wonders when her cash will grow.
You see, she planted twenty dimes,
To sow some cash instead of limes.
All dressed in shades of green Day-Glo,
There goes my crazy neighbor, Flo.
She also favors polka dots,
And ties her hair in sailor’s knots.
Her dog is odd as he can be;
His diet includes herbal tea,
There goes my crazy neighbor, Flo.
I wonder where it is she goes?
I tried to ask her yesterday,
But she kept skating on her way.
She winked and said “My UFO.”
There goes my crazy neighbor, Flo.
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