Squandered life

Who dares to speak of bed-sheets
when a necktie will do?
Fix it firmly to the cross-beam
and bid us all adieu.

— Well, I’m very glad that’s over,
I thought he’d never go.
He seemed to think that bed-sheets
like little apples grow.

Untie the knot and put it back
in Captain Tandy’s drawer.
The Captain’s only had one tie
for fifty years and more.

And therein lies the contrast
between Tandy and the stiff:
the latter was to squander
as the former is to thrift.


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