A Name if it be Any Other
My dearest, Poe, how doth I findeth thee,
By now 'tis be of common knowledge.
By the morrow the whole of Colchester will
hear of it--it'll be no privy matter, I'm sure.
And, um, well, ah ... Oh speak up man, 'tis
too early for the cat to be out. Oh, ah, does
she know? Who? Your sister, Lenore? Yes!
Does she know about her? Oh, of course.
Well, having known my sister to have
snagged a 'booby' like you. What do you
mean by that? You know, the straight-
laced sorts. Oh, my, by the way ... are
you expecting company? Is she coming
here, now? No wonder The Pub is abuzz.
No, she's not coming. Well, don't be too
liberal with the phrase. I hope you and
the town, mind your business. Well, if it
was any other girl, Poe, but fortune did
favor you, my friend. The girl, after all,
does have a 'reputation.' And from what
I've heard quite a stellar resume. Oh my
dear, dear Poe. Why are you being oh, so,
repetitious? Ohh! Poe, you're such a cad!
Speaking of the devil. Oh, I'm so glad to
be here--for she does dress rather risque
and [A BIG GRIN] um ... my dearest Poe,
what frightful manners ... have you lost
them forevermore. Apologies. Oh no my
dear, 'tis naught you at all, for you do look
marvelously decorative. I'm Jerry, Poe's
brother-in-law--oh? Oh don't worry, my
sister and I, don't talk much. Oh, that's
rather obtuse, don't you think ... not if it's
the truth. Besides, Lenore should be the
least at fault, for that lies with me as it's
just natural for me to be a bump on a log
somewhere. I'm still playing with straws
here, Poe, intro please, she knows who I
am. Ah, Yes, Jerry, my buddy, may I have
this distinguishable opportunity to honor
you with the marvelously decorative woman
whose name is ... You can call me, Godiva.
[TWO VERY BIG GRINS]
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