Once knew a gal named Angelina

A Spanish blonde from Barcelona

She was just as sweet as could be

And loved with a passion so free



The affair lasted only about a year

But a year which never saw tears

And when it was over, she went on

Leaving her blue comb, rather long



She used for grooming her tresses

A lady - who always wore dresses 

And looked so darn pretty in them

She always cared, no matter when



Or where, we shared our hot passion

Sometimes in parks, always in fashion

It was a relationship with some extremes

And remembering it now provides beams



From the broad smile I wear upon my face

For that kind of love you can't get anyplace

It's one I'll always remember the rest of my life

Whenever I comb my hair in the morningtime ...



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

10:27am Sun. Jan. 25th, 98