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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very cute poem. It was another one that instantly put a smile on my face. Great Job.