Oh my dear Wormwood, you cretin, you fool!
Now he’s in love with the Enemy’s tool!
All is not lost you stumbling buffoon,
Though you must act quickly, no minute’s too soon.
Slumtrimpet tells me the girl’s got a side
That could give the patient spiritual pride.
Now that he’s chums with her family and friends
Make him think that he really blends.
He’s met his equals, the finest elite.
Around anyone else he feels incomplete.
He’ll feel that now he’s been born anew
Even though what they say he can barely construe.
So just do what I say and you’ll be in great shape.
Your affectionate uncle, Screwtape
Thursday, March 1, 2007
Poetry Thursday: Screwtape IV
Rose's summary of The Screwtape Letters in five poems. Today, the fourth poem.