Travels we make around the Net

Can bring us to some good bets

But we can also stumble upon

Things which might make us long



For the clean and upright sight

Of good quality themes which might

Provide us with some inspiration

And pump our minds with elation



Some of these ... do indeed exist

But we must look under that & this

And as we seek those really good spots

We come across things which do not



Some of these ... are empty shells

Which remind us, as they don't tell

Anything which really captivates

And so then we slide - on a skate



Into another door which beckons

And as we pass thru, we reckon

There must be something inside

Which is better than the hide



And seek game, we saw being played

As many personnas went thru dazed

And then we come upon one who thrills

For their name reminds us they will



Be fun to talk with, and thus enjoin

In lively banter, so we can coin

Phrases of fun, dry wit and innuendo

And start feeling tickles which send to



Our minds - thoughts of lively fancy

As we play along with games so antsy

But even so - we do name things dear

Which were already broached, so no fear



And then, later - things came to light

Which made us realize, it was not bright

For these shills ... did involve us in

A false sense of security, and chagrin



Now comes across our internal trust

For we have been burned, and so must

Abstain from involvement, not join in

Matters which will lead to purloining. 



- Tristram