Sitting here writing the last work

Sneezing all through the words

Don't think there's a cold abrew

Just chills from head to shoes



Turned up heat to roast level

Got to warm away those devils

Even threw on a baggy sweater

One with holes that don't get better



Hopefully now sneezes will subside

So I can continue on this day's ride

Through the dusty paths and travails  

Which sometimes make my heart ail



Rhymes and ditties which visit areas

Where controversy is dished out daily

Some of it is welcome, other - not so

But life evolves, and becomes a show



Better it be noticed and read really well

Than wind up on some discounter's shelf

So the work will continue, chills or not

Whilst warmth seeps out of a body hot ...



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

8:10am Tuesday 1/13/98