03 April 2007

Love Sonnet 87... to Cap'n Dyke

Cap'n Dyke, thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thyself thou gavest, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me, to whom thou gavest it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgment making.
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a pirate queen, but waking no such matter.


Cap'n Dyke said...

Me Darlin' Ms. Qrisp, I am suddenly all kerfuzzled by yer flowin' words. I can say naught save I am most honoured - an' ye'll be showin' up in me Adventures soon.

Yer Most Devoted

Ms C Qrisp said...

A tribute worthy of Shakespeare... one quite understands you feeling kerfuzzled.

Having waited 34 years for someone to immortalise my person in verse or prose, one finally decided to do it for oneself with my humble bloguette. But one is quite incandescent with delight to learn that you will endeavour to capture my bountiful charm on your blogue.

And since it is a fact universally acknowledged on the seven seas that Cap'n Dyke wields a pen as mightly as she wields her sword, with eager anticipation one quivers...

Omnipotent Poobah said...

Aye, tis a poem fit fer the angels. Hear, hear!

Ms C Qrisp said...

Gracious thanks for your kind words, and gracious thanks for visiting my humble bloguette. One can never have too many omnipotent acquaintances.

Howard said...

Pirate queen? I am quite certain we're all familiar with a few of those.

Ms C Qrisp said...

And scurvy scum they are, for the most part... with the exception of Capt'n Dyke. She is unique. I will say no less; I can say no more.

Cap'n Dyke said...

Me Dear Ms. Qrisp, I give ye a graceful bow with a leg (tres 17th century o'me, I know, but I be a bit o' a dandy at times) - me delightfully feathered piratical chapeau swung down low in abject adoration.

Ms C Qrisp said...

One's chapeau provides the perfect opportunity for a profound fashion statement; a hat should not merely say 'here is my head' but rather it should convey a sense of allure, mystery, even intrigue.

"Delightfully feathered, and yet practical", swung down low, not to mention that graceful bow in "abject adoration"


Cap'n Dyke said...

Me Delectable Ms. Qrisp, yer own unforgettable sense o'fashion, as well as th'matchless magnificence o' yer vernacular fair forces this dark-hearted lesbian Pirate Queen t'return time an' time again t'bask in yer bountiful charm.

It will always be me pleasure t'always convey any sense o' 'allure, mystery, even intrigue' that th'moment may require.

Should I be fetchin' th'smellin' salts then, Dear Ms. Qrisp. Any dragons needin' slayin'? Scurvy scum t'be scuttlin', mayhaps?

Ms C Qrisp said...

Gracious thanks for your generous attentions, Cap'n... however, do bear in mind that while Ms Quisp enjoys old-fashioned charm, at heart one is quite a modern sort, quite capable of slaying dragons and scuttling scurvy scum oneself... in fact, truth be told, one rather enjoys it... particularly if they're Christians. Needless to say, if one should require any assistance, one will not hesitate to summon you.