Hello is Rambicheeks fancy thats!! Ha Ha, glad you likes my poems. I sees you smiling seconds befores I stops saying poem words Ha Ha you doesn't fools me no wayhows!! I works very hards all days the longs to writes beauty things O life there is about thee a deep delicious peace so nows we in sames place you me Ha Ha romanticals maybe whats big England words coins the denses like that somethings? Heehee I would not be without thee, stay, oh stay! Cuts that out poem mans!! I already tells you I, Juan F. Gonzales Quiros Guillermo Hourquescos Saldiver in the charges, we hads deals you plays makes with pretty lovetalkie poem then I takes over ways rights, makes nookies with Rambipuss O blithe New-Comer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice Stops now this instants finally gets alones the goldilocks all I does is now saying stupidy baby poemwords wanna stop no mores enoughs Come forth, and bring with you a heart that watches and receives Yeeeeeaahhhhh no cans talks Juan talks no morelys pukeyface poetmans you cheats me She was a Phantom of delight when first she gleamed upon my sight where Rambis no can see hear a lovely apparition sent to be a moments ornament; her eyes as stars of twilight far, like twilights too her dusky hair glubmub...wrrrrrr.....Juan still here!!....still heres!!....a dancing shape, an image gay, to haunt, to startle, and way-lay pissmouth poem mans I kills you right dead glub glub... Sorry my fine scalawag. You see, I'm already dead. And you, for the moment, are tightly tucked away where you can make no mischief. I can't keep this up for too long, but a few blessed moments of Juanlessness will do me a world of good.
Rambi sat down on a tuffet which she found conveniently located in a corner of the shed. In a deliberate and resigned manner, she pulled out a gold and enameled Faberge cigarette case, drew out one of two Players cigarettes which remained, and lit it with her well-worn Dresden porcelain butane lighter. The acrid smoke curled around her locks like the ghostly harbinger of a jin from a bottle. With a raised eyebrow, she offered the remaining cigarette to the cage's other occupant, whoever and whatever he seemed to be.
No, but thank you my dear. Rambi, is it? I have never acquired the taste for cigarettes. We did not smoke them in my day. But my, I could certainly do with a pipeful about now. She nodded, reached into her bright red embossed leather cartridge case, and pulled out a small but perfect antique Meerschaum and a small vacuum sealed packet of tobacco. "Turkish, I don't smoke it, but they say it's quite good." Amazing. How ever do you do that? Say, you wouldn't just happen to have a spot of tea, would you? He laughed. She smiled, rummaged further in the case, and pulled out a lovely blue and white chinoiserie teapot and a small bunsen burner and commenced brewing the tea. "Late Ming Dynasty. And Earl Gray. Hope that's alright."
She sat back and took another drag from the cigarette. "I never smoke, myself. Until now. Always said the day I smoked would be the day I saw a ghost. Looks like today. Let me guess....not Byron, I think. Bit of a debauch. He would have let Juan keep going and tried to have his way with me. Hmmm...don't tell me...a lovely apparition sent to be a moments ornament. Wordsworth, right? Early stuff." He gleamed with delight and bowed. Indeed, the same. I am honored. "Always liked your early stuff." |
