Silliness is a wonderful creation

And can provide much elation

But when it gets in the way 

Obscuring things you say



In veils of watered-down fluid

Tickling throat as you chew it

There is good reason to end

Thoughts having no sense



And pass on to other minds

Who don't make you feel blind

Opening up new processes

Leaving behind those messes



Which had no real objective

Causing one to be more selective

In welcoming all comers again

For muddles, riding express trains



Have no sensibility or any gain

So rational minds feel the pain

Extricating themselves from lanes 

Leading down pathways not plain



And then one is left quite alone

Realizing the fall-in has shown

Humor to have negative impact

Providing much too much slack



And so one tallies the score

Whilst massaging the sores

Relishing well all of the fun

But seeing - there is no sun



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

12:40pm Monday March 2nd, 1998