Ode

Tone has just posted an excellent poem on his blog. So I am going to
show off and republish a little ode I wrote to celebrate my father's
purchase of a trouser press:

All hail the mighty trouser press
My creases well defined
All hail in front the crisp sharp lines, the folds that hang behind
All hail my smartness as I march through Hendred's pleasant hills
All hail the mighty trouser press that smooths away my ills.