Sometimes we deliberately say things with so very many parts

They all wrap around and over each other in fits and starts

And the resulting twists & turns are spiralled in such a mess

It is sometimes tough to see where the jumble begins - a test



Of our good nature for now we have to find one end and follow

It to the other end, and hope it won't take till the morrow

When we've found it - we can tug lightly on the end we have

Knowing full well this will pull through to other as we save



The ends of this quite so jumbled-up mess and thus straighten

All parts which have heretofore been in a similarly misshapen

Muddle which has begged so to be relieved of all the confusion

With its tugs this way and that, which do tend to make contusions



- Tristram