An Ode to Wodehouse

Here’s a poem, by Soumya, for Wodehouse, whom he idolises as a humourist. An exclusive for Different Truths.

After a horribly hectic day
(The stuff we do to earn our pay!)
When the minds quite boggled out
And all good cheer’s quite up the spout
The milk of human kindness has
Quite curdled up, and in a flash
I might go up, in flames and smoke
I get some help, from a quiet bloke
He shimmers in, and calms my mind
Perks up my mood, helps me unwind
And takes me to a Wonderland
That doesn’t change or age or wan
In this world stout butlers butt
And men in spats try out the Putt
Where Lords keep pigs, which are their bane
And Aunts aren’t all Gentlemen
Where every problem’s solution
Is the Gentleman’s personal Gentleman
Whenever the world looks glum
To cheer you up, there’s always Plum
Escape into his magic land
Where words cast spells, and Puns abound
But first get into something loose
Throw out the tie, kick off the shoes
A frothing mug, a cup that cheers
Put up your feet, forget your peers
And Ring for Jeeves, he’ll take you there
Let guffaws thunder everywhere.

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