Yes Callipyga ?
See how slender I have become
Since a month in the strait fastness of the apple cellar !
I am like the wife of a famous ball game player;
Perhaps soon I shall lead the trends of garmentry in this kraj
And write a book about the getting of slenderness
And bear children with strange names
If only Grindwell were less lowborn Mama…
Goeth there not child
Your future lies with Jakobus the second son
Of Countess Reiss Šzmaug the Châtelaine of Pískoviště
Who will shortly inherit Věž Dubů and three thousand jucharts
Of the finest argillaceous winelands this side of the Donau;
Already he has established himself as a respected landgrave
And is reputedly very fertile
He is so last century
With his ruffs and velveteen hose
I am told that Jakobus refuses to read the printed word
And will only use the finest egret quill
To pen his witty epigrams
Anyway Mama if the world outside the apple cellar has been
By the injudicious use of the unfeasibly large weapons
Then my future marriage prospects are, like, moot ?
I must see for myself what lies beyond this sturdy door;
If only Clutterbuck could speak to us Mama…
How do you think you'll do?