He'Ll Take Bedlam Any Day....[crazy Is As Crazy Does; Humour; Medium-Short; Reply To Valsa G.] - Poem by Bri Edwards
Shocked, back to Bedlam he fled,
after having tasted Valsa's fine fist.
His mouth was sore and how it bled!
NEXT, she might break his damn wrist!
'Let me in', the poor fellow bellowed out.
“There's a woman out here (not quite stout)
who's beaten me bloody with ringed-fingers,
and she's not leaving just yet; STILL she lingers! ”
A uniformed guard then answered his loud bellowing
[the man’s face was red and purple, not quite yellowing],
and the pugilistic woman came strutting up to Bedlam’s gate.
She said to the guard: “Hey Freddie, let me back in, if not too late.”
The big guard raised his eyebrows, glancing from “him” to “her”, and said:
“Valsa, we wondered where you had disappeared to. I see your fist is still like lead.
Come inside my dear and let this gentleman be off; he’s lucky, you know, he’s not dead! ”
So Valsa took the hand that “Freddie” offered and, quite changed it seemed, she was led to bed.
(March 14, 2015)
Poet's Notes about The Poem
'Limerick.27. Shock Treatment
As one freshly released from Bedlam ***
He asked her, intending no harm
Can I kiss you madam?
As if he were her Adam
Her fist fell on his cheek ‘dum' ‘dum'! '
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a scene or state of wild uproar and confusion.
Archaic. an insane asylum or madhouse.
a popular name for the Hospital of St. Mary of Bethlehem in London, which served as a lunatic asylum from circa 1400; compare Middle English Bedleem, Bethleem, Old English Betleem Bethlehem'
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THEN my mind entered a 'wild state of uproar', resulting in my poem, above. The slippery slope of madness is represented by the silouette of my response to Valsa's poem (if the page is large enough to show it as typed into Microsoft Word) . :) bri
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