Fiddler's Money

Thimblerigged with baby's milk teeth.
Sleight-of-hand and switched to swindle.
Stuffed ballot-box with finger cymbals.
Quite a clatter morning after.
Stuck out a tongue and it froze to the fulcrum.
Now, sotto voce: Holy flagellum.
Cut the baloney. You and what army?
Don't fret, hollow body, broke in the flail.