The Merry Mistress and Her Quill

To arms to arms, she cries this soul carefree as she advances the words fly from her quill, with her wit she poses a counter-riposte lancing ripening spoils so they can spill. All rancor fell before her bold advance her laughter lightens his sour temperament. Ma oui, the Mistress invited him to dance, "engarde," she winks, then lunges with consent. Ungloved, they dance across the pearl white page, each double entendre brings a dampening blow not circumspect, but with aplomb she stages a mutual downfall while they were all aglow. The finer points of nibs and quill, be damned what matters most was the Mistress got her man. Inspired By Giorgio Veneto's Riposte