Ode to Tom from Chesterfield

My retort to your funny and fabulous ode:

I write a response from our little abode.

Not the shack in Baybados, to where I may roam. 

No.  My ditty comes from a lot nearer home.

From there I oft contact my new ‘Chessie’ mate,

Sharing comments and parley at rapid swift rate.

Last night our conference went well into night,

 And this morning the effort created a sight.

I was washed up, and done in, and feeling forlorn, 

I was jaded, bedraggled and completely careworn.

But out of the blue came a joke and a quip;

Thank goodness for Tom and his double edged whip.

[It should have been ‘wit’, but it doesn’t rhyme with ‘Quip’]

My mood, though exhausted, to new heights was raised.

So to finish this ditty, may my mate Tom be praised.