Yellow bucket –

Points of teeth and tongue and lip ate a mouth organ, ex-con blew life into a cavity wall for sweet sounds
The ‘Pal’, the ‘Hoofer’, tap danced for the big queue, just like the old days, before Physics
Caught loose change in a half-bucket supplied by a side-street, no hats allowed in ‘stir’
Counted metal rounds, those pounds and pennies, dollars and dimes, totalling for smiles
The Hoofer rose, danced the ‘sprint finish’, and an old man moulded his dentures bite on a harmonica
It was a yellow bucket

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