Ties
Be gone, ye sordid rag!
Foul tormenter of my neck.
Get thee to the rubbish bag,
You leave me sorely vexed!
What’s your purpose, O wretched cloth?
None! I’ll answer firmly for you.
A best, you are but food for moths
At worst, an ugly, garish noose.
Listen to me when I say
I think you are an odd piece
And should go the self same way
As the pantaloon, ruff and cod-piece.
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© J Cosmo Newbery
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Be gone, ye sordid rag!
Foul tormenter of my neck.
Get thee to the rubbish bag,
You leave me sorely vexed!
What’s your purpose, O wretched cloth?
None! I’ll answer firmly for you.
A best, you are but food for moths
At worst, an ugly, garish noose.
Listen to me when I say
I think you are an odd piece
And should go the self same way
As the pantaloon, ruff and cod-piece.
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© J Cosmo Newbery
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Ha! I'm first. Mum liked that poem.Uncle Hugh will be wearing ties again soon. Unfortunately. C'est la vie!
ReplyDeleteAn ode to Hermes? You're right, a tie is a useless piece of clothing, a formality... so why do men continue to wear them ? ...or women, too, for that matter. Loved the picture. It's so perfect for the poem.
ReplyDeleteyeah, i agree ..
ReplyDeleteand i don't even have to wear them.
Gosh j cosmo, I don't visit for a couple of days and you have almost written a book of poems.
ReplyDeleteSome great poems here.
Yes the tie is an outdated torturous noose, is was a compulsory part of my high school uniform which I had to endure summer and winter for years. ♥
Ditto to the demise of the Tie
ReplyDeleteDan
Let me guess... you're a polo-neck sort of guy? ;)
ReplyDeleteNo, not polo-neck.
ReplyDeleteNormal shirts, with collars, open-necked, long sleeves, partly rolled up. Usually.
You are always making me laugh! Truly, I appreciate your wit and your poetry's (my word...I think)
ReplyDeleteSmiles to you, J Cosmo Newbery!
You are always making me laugh! Truly, I appreciate your wit and your poetry's (my word...I think)
ReplyDeleteSmiles to you, J Cosmo Newbery!
Truly, an accursed piece of cloth...We had to wear one all through secondary school. A noose is a good description. Having once knotted,[or had it knotted for us]the darn thing, we never once un-knotted it until term was over. Merely loosened the noose to put it on and tightened it into place......but even from this you can make music. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad I'm not a guy. I don't think I could handle a tie.
ReplyDeleteHA! That rhymed. I'm on my way to being a poet after all.
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