Poetry: How do you spell love?: Gen

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Title: How do you spell love? [by I. Quill]

Rating: Gen

Length: 177

Author’s Notes: From Inky’s Poetry Journal; for the fffc September challenge: day 3 [Prompt: How do you spell love? - I don’t spell it, I feel it. (Winnie-The-Pooh)]

How do you spell love, young poet of the Scots?

I spell it with a ‘u,’ you see,
for if luve is good enough for Uncle Bobby’s red, red rose,
it’s good enough for me.

How do you spell love, noble fir of the woods?

I spell it with an ‘i,’ you see,
for when I live,
scent, shade, and boughs I give,
a Magi of a tree.

How do you spell love, breeze of Spanish plains?

Por mí, I spell it with an ‘e.’
For leve soy,
a-waft with fragrance, cry, and joy
from vast Iberian sea

How do you spell love, dame proprietress?

I spell it with an ‘a,’ you see.
A-wash, a-scrub, a-lave
whilst gentleman misbehave,
my care persists, from tea to tea.

How do you spell love, faithful scribe aside the sleuth?

I spell it with an ‘o’
'cause the schoolmarm’s slate once told me so.

How do you spell love, Mister Sherlock Holmes?

My reply may trouble you.
I don’t, but when I do, here’s a clue:
it commences with a ‘w.’

Comments

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's a completely understandable feeling.

Yeah, my skin isn't as thick as it should be about Britpick errors, especially given how many I make.

Inky likes writing poetry. He likes wearing a tie and monocle when addressing the Words & Whiskers Society and reciting verse. He likes helping other creatures (animals & Watson & Holmes). In the past two years, he's rescued Mother Sloth, rescued Victor Trevor, helped a vole that was being menaced by an owl. He's also had his own Reichenbach and been 'dead' for 7 days underground in a coffin when there was a vendetta against him. He has a doppelganger named Awesome Possum who is as crude a poet as Inky is a proper one (but equally good). He's penned a play called The Importance of Being Ferret and a Christmas play that was too modern for popular taste (he got tomatoes thrown at him). He likes Mark Twain and often quotes him. He once used an eclipse to escape Jamrach & his thugs.

He does not like Jamrach (the only real life person in this world), the most successful import-exporter of 'exotic' animals in Victorian England. Jamrach is responsible for trapping Inky in his American forest home; there was a shipwreck and Inky ended up floating across the ocean to the Thames (where he met Mouselet). He might have lived at 221b but the only space available was the lumber room where Mister Holmes keeps his ear collection, so he opted for the zoo.

He has a Plague Doctor mask that Doctor Watson once borrowed to play a trick on Mister Holmes (it didn't go well). His most popular poem is Thorn the Bone Collector (which I've never actually written).