THE BARD SCHOOL of THOUGHT / the Lord's Supper

THE BARD SCHOOL OF THOUGHT

Jack and the Bard's Talk

The Lord's Supper

Lord:
"I must say madam; you have exquisitely attired the chicken with a colorful array of spices from the rack this evening! The pallet is simply alive with flavor from the Orient bursting, as it may be said, from this part of the tongue to the next."

Lady:
"I was thinking I might add to the letter, a name of such high moral standard my Lord?"

Lord:
"What to the chicken you mean?!"

Lady:
"Of course not the chicken goodness me, who would want to name a thing that has an amply descriptive acoustic-ness of its own already. No, no my Lord! Not the chicken!"

Lord:
"What then?"

Lady:
"The first of the letters my Lord: the letters! Or the first of the first of the letters for starters!"

Lord:
"Are we on the same page here madam? For sure I haven't the foggiest idea what you are talking about! Letters, what letters?"

Lady:
"Did I not tell you? I'm sure I mentioned it when we were in the ball room!
I have an idea to keep all attachments if it's alright with you of course and to name the first, Peanut Terrace Long bottom Leaf!'

Lord:
"Christ woman! I think these spices have hit the back of the throat and decided against the devouring of another morsel! Please excuse me while I go to the drawing room and enquire of my self what it was I found fascinating about your cooking!"