A multicoloured pointed cap <br />pushes through the crowd <br />and tries to pull it back. <br />Behind it, all in a row, <br />round black holes in their masks, <br />four white dunces follow <br />like ghosts skimming the stream, <br />with no particular place to go.<br /><br />Caroline Misner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dunces/
