Subject: A Keen Wit
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
Host: dnb-as1s53.erols.com
Date: Tues Nov 4, 1997 at 3:49PM

A Keen Wit


It is said the Brits have an extremely dry wit
I'm not sure why, all I do know is some of it
- Flows so easily during some long conversations
Dryness is hardly a word to describe my version

There are times when witticisms are the order of day
And at others - they are hiding, and you could not pay
To get them to come out and show themselves willingly
For they are so far under skin - the blood runs chillingly

And a visit arranged just to give appropriate measure
Provides a closed curtain behind which hides the treasure
All is lost under soft cushions which crumple under seat
Causing one to wonder what it takes to make it complete

A certain mind, which - when opened - brings out the humor
Is all it takes to provide every last bit of song without murmur
Wit then will abound coming at you from all four directions
So much of it ... you'll wonder how you'll ever get out of traction

Christopher W. Thomas
3:35pm Tuesday 11/4/97