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Reeling in the Treasure
Christopher W. Thomas (tristram@erols.com)
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Fri, April 18, 1997 at 4:25AM

We fish with bait and lure

So we can be doubly sure
The prize we bring in is pure
As the wind which is measured
In mile-per-hour gusts as doors
Blow in and lines become unmoored
And boats which held form before
Now throw up against docks bored

With holes which so damage hulls
The boats cannot be used with sculls
And so we write them off to be sure
We get a return with which we score
Yet another boat we can now moor
In a safer place than we did before
And then go out into the middle
And fish for treasure as we piddle

About - trying to cop just one fish
With which to make succulent dish
As we net the treasure we've found
For we've found we LIKE the sound
Which heretofore just annoyed
As fishes often do when buoyed
With gills inflated full with air
Which prevented us from seeing there

And now - as we reel in the treasure
We can feel a really good measure
Of wondrous thought which captivates
And makes us lose those feelings of hate
So we now feel good enough to stipulate
Those many things which used to grate
At our nerves with edges of steel
And so we sat on seat edge peeled

Waiting for a chance to then scoff
At all those aggravations and doff
Whole beings for we chose not to like
Those little things which did us strike
Down - in moments of stale confusion
As we did look over with contusions
Suffered only in our mind's recesses
For the pain did come only in trusses

We compounded into schools of piranha
When all we really saw was a pariah
Which truly was our mind's creation
For we had locked on to a station
Of jarring sounds which numbed
And allowed us to then get plumbed
Into a position of irrevocable stance
So we could grumble so and thus lance

The object of our petty insinuation
For we used it to grow our nation
And now we realize we grew apart
From friends who were quite smart
And we wish to somehow make amends
And try now to stir things with pen
As we place lovely thoughts on boards
Which tingle so - we feel like Lords.

- Tristram