On Saturday, April 17, 2021 at 3:29:16 PM UTC,
ktell...@gmail.com wrote:
> The Lost Earrings
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> Oh dear, I can't find my new earrings
> a gift from my lover so true.
> T'was hoping he'd visit a fortnight from now.
> Oh, mercy me, what shall I do.
>
> Madam, you shat them in Chatham,
> those little gold earrings you love.
> Madam, you shat them in Chatham,
> the ones in the shape of a dove.
We assume that your maid is replying?
>
> On Tuesday you put them in water,
> you must have forgotten them there.
> You drank the glass down Wednesday morning
> while I was arranging your hair.
Not sure why she would put the earrings in water? Handy MacGuffin, though.
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> Madam, you shat them in Chatham,
> those little gold earrings you love.
> Madam, you shat them in Chatham,
> the ones in the shape of a dove.
Charles Dickens spent some time in Chatham—perhaps he would know?
>
> Why didn't you tell me I drank them?
> I tried, but you just wouldn't listen
> in a rush to run off to a party
> to dance and watch pretty men glisten.
We do love a ball! Our dance cards are always full—waltzes and country dances.
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> Madam, you shat them in Chatham,
> those little gold earrings you love.
> Madam, you shat them in Chatham,
> the ones in the shape of a dove.
We would prefer a slight variation in the words in each refrain, but that’s just us.
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> I poked through you pot every morning,
“your” pot.
> but nary an earring I spied.
> I think that you lost them forever,
> and you know that I never would lie.
Perhaps, or perhaps not.
>
> Madam, you shat them in Chatham,
> those little gold earrings you love.
> Madam, you shat them in Chatham,
> the ones in the shape of a dove.
Possibly the maid protests too much.
>
> Maybe millennia later
> a brave archeologist finds them
archaeologist
> cunningly hidden in a coprolite midden,
We like the internal rhyme! Ha.
> then writes a book on your gem
That humans ate gold! The reference reminds us of a scientist who specializes in coprolites, and the saying is that she “continues with her work undeturd.”
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> Madam, you shat them in Chatham,
> those little gold earrings you love.
> Madam, you shat them in Chatham,
> the ones in the shape of a dove.
Again, we would like a variation in each refrain, which would give you the punch line that Michael says is needed. We think that the maid took them from the glass, and the explanation that The Lady swallowed them is a cover-up.
Clever poem, atmospheric/Regency. We can see why the shat and Chatham line would inspire you!