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.