Diamond Jim's Trinket
By ictaluri
I thought to write a verse About the tin fly on my wall An odd and ugly crafted thing Which is an ashtray, after all, My grand-dad brought from Italy When my mom was very small. So I took the pressed and molded thing Down from its dusty perch And folded back the wings (It's tail attached, left in the lurch upon it's head) and slightly sniffed the abdomen 'There's Camels here, and Pall Malls, too And something reeks of cinnamon.' I smiled to think of 'Diamond Jim' While in service, on a whim Bringing home a trinket - brass - Which is all I have today of him Other than the photo When he was near eighteen Posing in his football gear And grimacing 'I'm mean.' Oh yes, I also have Every lie his daughter told, Although I can't be sure they're true The Italian fly-like ashtray Is easier to hold.how does it fall off the tongue Written October 17th, 2001 © on Jun 07 2002 04:39 AM PST 0 • 8
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