There is, of course - "Snap, Pop and Crackle"

And then, inevitably, there is cause for cackle

Some things hit in such pure and funny ways

We keel over laughing quite caught in a daze



And the more the cause is visited again and again

The more we get lost, caught by the express train

And we reel with the rush which does bowl us over

Enjoying so much getting lost in the deep clover



Which surrounds us with the lush green of its leaves

And we grovel on the ground, caught by the squeeze

Then we lose touch with our world, and become a part

Of another creation, which was ours from the very start



And we go with it, and swim right along with the tide

For we have lost touch with the reality, and are beside

Ourselves with glee - which takes us over so complete

For we are revelling in the touch to our funny bone ...

                                                               

                                        quite the treat



- Tristram



6:50pm Monday October 20th, 1997