cabcool was the cure

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame;
Each to his passion; what's in a name?
—Helen Hunt Jackson
 
she joined the staff of moe
on my eighth anniversary
but no one stepped in as her guide
and so i snuggled to her side
mentor-mentee relationship
was no less novel, no more hip
because she would not even eat
unless i also sat at meat
 
one day i had to send her mail
whose speed was only like a snail
she had a digital address
but i had none, i must confess
so when she said j-s-g nice
it made me promptly realise
initials with an adjective
was all i was required to give
 
since she was nice i could be cool
with no threat to the golden rule
and so we thought of it and laughed
both satisfied with my first-draft
from that day thenceforth, we have used
jsgnice and stood amused
that c-a-b cool was the cure
for my snail-mail discomfiture!

© Copyright 2019 November 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫