An Ode to Brett
Just a little poem for my friend Brett.
An Ode to Brett
by Ben H Kram
In my morning's daze - I awoke to a sight
Encompassing my bed - in the morning's light,
assaulting my sleeping chamber like spies -
were hundreds of angry, paisley ties.
They writhed with malice and curled with glee
knotting themselves threateningly.
They circled the bed, flicking the edge,
rearing up to peer o'er that wooden ledge.
I screamed like a girl, and clutched tight my sheets,
as firsthand I learned how a cravat eats.
They nibbled my toes, like sampling hor'doerves;
they munched on the skin, they gnawed on the nerves.
In pain I cried out, as one jabbed at my eye,
when suddenly appeared, my jet black bow-tie.
It dove through the masses; jabbing and cutting,
kicking each paisley, and all those abutting.
They fled in a panic, fighting to get clear,
while the bow-tie stood aloof, comfortingly near.
My wounds now dressed, much wiser am I
when selecting the colors and styles of ties.
