A match not made in heaven

For Hazel, who made the right decision.

The light was dim, dear Josephine 

drew gloves upon her feet,

paused the while to contemplate,

then sighed, "this feels so sweet.

Each toe I own is singly clad,

so snug, quite safe and sound,

'tis comfort of most pleasant sort

of that I'm truly bound."

"Ahh, Josephine, dear Josephine,"

her bearded father said,

"come child, eschew such frippery,

today's the day you wed.

You cannot dream all of your days

now a bride you are to be,

just think if fish walked on the land

and man swam in the sea."

"Dear father," Josephine replied,

her eyes demurely cast,

"I do not love poor Wilberforce,

'tis a union sore miscast.

He laughs when 'ere I pen a rhyme,

his attention is quite fleet,

and though I've begged him many times

he wears socks upon his feet.

His toes are cold, so too his nose,

his eyes are colder still,

and I've no wish to marry him

for all the coffee in Brazil.

So tell him I have just expired,

pray father, tell this ruse,

for each toe I own is snugly clad

in gloves, not silly shoes."

 

Reviews

[Terpsichore]

Wise Hazel, wiser Beccy. Terrific writing. T

[NoelHC]

Well written, and amusing. Well done, yet again.

[W.k.kortas]

What the wise Ken said, yes. There is a beguiling mix of the humorous (bordering on a playful silliness, really) with the tragicomic. The use of rhythm and language is just pitch-perfect. You are awfully, awfully good.

[Ken Simm.]

Sort of Lear crossed with the romatics crossed with Andre Breton. Which strangly enough not only works... it works very well.

[Ken Simm.]

Oh and I've just read in your profile that you like Coleridge. That explains it.

[Patrick]

Wow. Find it hard not to believe this is a published works. It has an air of being a classic about it. Loves it