When melodious sounds are heard

Sometimes things can get blurred

And the musical medley which soared

Now floats on ears which are bored

For other tunes have filtered in

And the buffer closes with a spin

On tops which turn without string

For words have blown past quite thin

But with curves which do snag the tin

Shells which surround hollow mass

As slighted fools do churn and crash

Delighted they can make another dash

Into crevices where they can light gas

Which implodes from within their cave

Of salty rocks upon which they pave

Roads which lead to many places

Filled with very empty spaces

And the pathway we thought was gold

Has once again turned into what was old

So another screw has been turned tight

And the metal shell which was so right

Now shatters as the top disintregrates

As we finally put away the good plates.



                            for Carol



- Tristram