Friday Poem
© 29 Aug 2014 Luther Tychonievich
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Friday Poem

Ammonia helps turn wool into felt.


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A kinsman showed his tribe a felt
  That he had made by pressing wool
  By foot inside a urine bowl
They marveled at how thick it felt
  “‍’Tis good for spats! For coats! For Hats!
  ’Twill keep off rain! Cut hail’s pain!
Please felt all clothes except my belt!‍”
  The leader cried in sudden joy
  As giddy as a naughty boy
Who just escaped a whipping’s welt
  ’Twas thus that urine came to be
  More costly than a honey-bee

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