Brooms ... and ... grooms

In and out of tombs ...

The ones we all make

When we choose to bake ...



Without exactly the right spices

As we're too lazy to right it

And then all the sweeps ...

Are lost to those leaps ...



Others make in their minds

Which are often unkind

About our disposition

As they cannot fit us in



Grooms without their brides

Are singles denied ...

Brooms without which

There's no real witch



And grooms of our pets

Are oft the best best

To make us feel special

Then - we are measured



As when they are smart

It gladdens our hearts

And groom, or not ...

We feel ... the tops ... 



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

10am Wed., Feb 10th, 1999