The Incalculably Odd Events of Gregor Matthaeus and Reginald (paragraph 1 as a poem)
Gregor Matthaeus sat on the Davenport
in what was once his parent’s living room,
dressed as if he were Edward VIII
right down to the bowler hat, and wingtip shoes.
He clutched in his left hand his most prized possession:
a black and silver umbrella,
or as he had learned from his dearest
and oldest friend, Reginald
it could also be called
a brolly,
a parapluie,
a rainshade,
a sunshade,
a gamp,
an umbrolly,
or,
his personal favorite,
bumbershoot…
Davenport, he chuckled…
what a silly,
stupid word.
It’s a couch, he thought.
He was correct. It was a silly and stupid word,
and because there existed a much better word,
in his opinion,
he had difficulty accepting that “davenport” was in fact correct.
But because of his English ancestry,
his partial English upbringing,
and the fact that his parents never
let go of England,
even though Gregor and his house lived in America,
it was, and will
forever be a Davenport.