Sometimes a phrase comes at us out of the blue
And speaks volumes about one who does choose
Phrased words which ring in a deep way untrue
For all feathers really lack luster, but are imbued
With a quite sticky feel, which is all their very own
Even when clean and placed well within your home
For when a feather's picked up to tickle a friend's nose
The feeling's always there - and is now readily shown
To be so completely devoid of any real lustered shine
For the ripples which separate the strands are quite blind
To the solid qualties which exist in all other souveneirs
Which we tend to keep to remind us of simple past cheer
- Tristram
Christopher W. Thomas
12:25am Sat. Jan. 31, 98