Teutonic Nights

The thingy thing
and the shiny shine
all come together
as they are mine.

A local carpenter uses
a file that files the fine
round edges on the wood,
oak, or even on soft pine
boards to build a table
at which you will dine
with a Viking Chieftain
or something of the kind.

The thingy thing
and the shiny shine
all come together
as they are mine.

Maybe a Teutonic warrior
who dreams of the Rhine
land where his father
would drown in his stein,
breathing deeply the nectar
of the intoxicating vine.

The thingy thing
and the shiny shine
all come together
as they are mine.

At this suggestion he looks
at you, a drawn battle line,
and yells an accented,
“Nein!”

And the thingy things
and the shiny shines,
they all come together
as they are mine.