| Puzzle For the Eyes It gives comfort but no soft edges has it. A friend to all who have no friends. It's a time filler with little value, In reds and blues and greenly hues. It calls to us in rich sounds of voice, but no voice of its own has it. A fine addition to a barren room, but on its surface no place to sit. It's an informer with no malice of thought, For thoughtlessness is its theme. Bringing familiar friends to our very door, Yet no hello for us it seems. It cares not what color your skin Or your spoken tongue or slang. It only puts out its message loud When you crank it by that thang. What did one do in days gone by Without this pleasant friend? Imagination in rich storeies by A wise old uncle with talent to bend. By Eric Johnston January 10, 2003 |