.5. Little Tilley Poem by David Threadgold

.5. Little Tilley



My name is little Tilley
I’m a smallish kind of lamp
My owner threw me in the bin
Half full beside a tramp

The old man took me from the bin
And polished all my body
He trimmed my wick so neatly
Last owner left it shoddy

He brushed my sooty funnel
Then made my glass all shiny
Rubbed oil upon my spindles
And brass work oh so tiny

He showed me off to all his friends
All pleased at his delight?
From a rusty dusty piece of junk
To a Tilley polished bright

Now I’ve got a brand new owner
I don’t care that he’s a tramp
We brighten up each other’s lives
I’m his little Tilley lamp


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stacey Watts 29 September 2008

Very cute poem. It was another one that instantly put a smile on my face. Great Job.

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