I received the following poem on a sheet of a "certain kind" of paper, wrapped inside a parcel of laundry from Caddoc Trellis, at present in police custody. He asked me to give it to his wife Ada. I dare not. She is very handy with the frying pan, or so I'm told. So I post it here. It fits the spirit of Mr. Luke Prater's One Stop Poetry, and it fits too the spirit of the rest of the Trellis story. But I fear Caddoc is finding incarceration distressing....
An Abergele Romantic Speaks Out
Dear Ada is my one true love,
her smile, her hair, her wellie boots,
her startling range of Birthday Suits.
I love her to the skies above;
I love her bed (more than my shed)
and sometimes, when push comes to shove,
her passion yields climactic hoots!
Dear Ada is my one true love.
No sooner had Ada read his words, than she rushed to her escritoire, and in next to no time handed me a reply on her monogrammed notepaper, entreating me to deliver it to Caddoc as soon as possible. But I thought I should share it with you - don't tell Ada!
An Abergele Wife Speaks Out
Oh, Cad, you're nothing but a fool!
How dare you write such saucy stuff,
about my being in the buff?
To flaunt such things is really cruel.
You love my bed more than your shed?
I'll whack you with my kitchen stool,
my silly man who's far from tough.
Oh, Cad, you're nothing but a fool!
Well this trumps it all. I couldn't possibly comment as cleverly as you've written. I now want to read the entire series! Well done, you; funny and enjoyable as well. Thanks, Gay
ReplyDeletethis is fantastic! both of them - absolutely flawless - form, rhyme, rhythm and highly enjoyable clever write - wow - kudos!!
ReplyDeleteWitty adaptation of the form
ReplyDeleteAlways true stories from those two. When will one of them use imagination and offer something unbelievable!?
ReplyDeleteIf this goes on much longer you'll have folk believing that Ada and Caddoc are real people! It's "spray coffee" laughter, post after post.
ReplyDeleteOf course they are real, just as the Archers are real! I like the idea of using the thrid member of the blogteam - Trellissimo - as a go-between. Is he real too?
ReplyDeleteMy good Doctor FTSE, how could you doubt me? If you pull my mustache, let alone my leg, do I not cry? In the Trellis household, I am an indispensable calming influence, for which arduous task I get free board and lodging...Who else would be willing to referee Ada and Caddoc, risking life and limb in the process?
ReplyDeleteBut I'm not a Thrid - loathsome, alien creatures, Thrids are...
This was such an excellent way to use the form. I love the changes to rhyme you made in the second part - the characterization was excellent.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun duet of poems!
ReplyDeleteVery nice poems, thanks for sharing.
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