ADELE UNFURLED
A Tail of Tale
En Pentametre Iambique
By Izzy Ess de Mozambique
Adele Adair accounted for
her whereabouts
To Jonathan van Johnson,
her
Estranged financial
fiancée, today,
And every day, at 3:00 AM,
when she
Arrived at Milton’s Manor
Inn, bedraggled
And deranged, confused and
half undressed.
Financial
Freddie, always ready to
Remove
her pantyhose and all her clothes
And
drown her in an ice-cold bath, completely
Filled,
and chilled, with ice and water, watercress
And
almonds, pickles and some scrambled
Eggs. Adele would sit up, startled and
Awakened
by the shock of ice-cold salad
And
prevaricate, confabulate
And
justify her active social life
To
Jonathan, who counted all her earnings,
There
and then, and pocketed the hundred
Dollar
bills. Adele would playfully
Remove
the clothes off Jonathan and pull
Him
in, submersing, and submerging, him
Completely,
‘til he yelled, and screamed, “Please don’t,
Adele,
it feels like Hell!” Adele would laugh
And
get her money back by turning all
His
trouser pockets, inside-out. She’d shout,
“My
clever ex-financial-fiancée,
I
have you by the balls! Are you not ready
To
concede that you abuse me, terribly?
Or,
do you want to ball and call it all
A
day?” Our Jonathan said, “Uncle!” and
Conceded
that he’d lost the game and begged
For
her forgiveness. Our Adele, so sweetly
Smiled
and stood up to reveal her lovely
Body
to advantage. Jonathan
Stood
up to show he’d grown his manhood and
Was
ready to advance his masthead, so
Directly
in to her quite lubricated
Inner
ever-ready sanctum, eh?
Suffice
to say, in Hudson’s Bay, the happy
Couple
spent the rest of darkness in
Each
other’s arms, entwined and quite enjoined.
The
money that was thus purloined was spent
On
frivols and potatoes used to make
Some
great French Fries, in Paris, France, where chance
Would
have it that Adele would tell the world
Her
Tale of Tail, as she unfurled and whirled.
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
July 21, 2013
No comments:
Post a Comment