I've always been fond of them -
Weighty ornaments, or floating frilled things
Such a silly luxury, a tassel, but
Historically, present at noble events
Some lined the robes of Arabian rulers,
Or perched along the King's crown-carrying pillow
Strung about the bed-curtains, lulling an
Emperor to sleep, little reassurances of wealth
But the once-rich reds have grown poor
The oily ocher has watered down
The deep blue oceans have evaporated
And royal purple has been dethroned
The tale of the tassel in unsung these days
Hung crudely, only tugged to turn a lamp light
Sat on, strapped like animals, to a throw pillow
Grandma's dusty curtain decor, kitsch
Sporting faded fool's gold now
Overlooked, never-altering shades of beige
Like the paled cheeks of a once-rosy Lolita
It's a sad story, that of the tassel
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