Univocalic (O)

Downtown Toronto,    
shop front on dodgy block hosts groovy show.    
How jolly!    
   
Forty boho hobos, long of tooth,    
toot obos, hoot horns,    
clonk gongs, bop bongos.    
Two bozos on obos of wood do solos—    
two old boys on form!    
   
Dozy hobos forgot words to songs    
or how to hold gongs.    
Horns now honk. OW!  
How folky.    
Boozy old hobo on bongos looks lost.    
Bozo who owns dowdy wool hoody    
flogs lots of goods    
(CDs, on mono only - no promo!).    
Now, no stock.    
Odd-socks hobo works crowd:    
"Throw dosh! Throw gold!"    
No. Songs not too good!    
   
So, obos told, "Solos!    
Crowd sold on solos."    
Good song (molto mosso):    
honk, plonk, hoot.    
Crowd throws dosh.    
Go, hobos, go!    
Oomph! Mojo!    
   
Ooh— dowdy hoody hobo spots tycoon (so showy!);    
swoops down on posh toff to loot dosh!    
No!!    
Hobos cotton on, stop song,    
took lolly - gold, onyx, rocks    
from crowd.    
Lots of boos.    
Hobos throw loot on dodgy lorry;    
hot-foot on to lorry... go!    
Cops follow bold loons on foot - dogs too.    
Dogs woof; cops go, "STOP!"—    
too slow.    
Forty boho hobos go!    
   
No glory for hobos.    
No hobby now; no job tomorrow.    
Dodgy crooks: not sorry!