To Harpo Marx

O Harpo! When did you seem like an angel the last time? and played the gray harp of gold? When did you steal the silverware and bug-spray the guests? When did your brother find rain in you sunny courtyard? When did you chase your last blonde across the Millionaires' lawn with a bait hook on a line protruding from your bicycle? Or when last you powderpuffed your white flour face with fishbarrel cover? Harpo! Who was that Lion I saw you with? How did you treat the midget and Konk the Giant? Harpo, in your recent nightclub appearance in New Orleans were you old? were you still chiding with your horn in the cane at your golden belt? Did you still emerge from your pockets another Harpo, or screw on new wrists? Was your vow of silence an Indian Harp?