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In Vino Veritas

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The annual dinner was nearly over;
the fifth post-prandial toast
left still at the table attentive and sober:
Not Arthur the affable host-

the uncle who eighteen months ago
was found in O’Reilly’s bed.
Was O’Reilly there ? We’ll never know,
but that’s what the whispers said.

Not cousin Millicent, said to woo
Benny the local barber,
the butcher, the baker as well as the crew
off every ship in the harbor.

Not older brother whose wife agreed
he had served a term for fraud
to which he muttered; “Ah pay no heed,
sure I married a drunken bawd”.

Not Aunty Molly reduced to tears
hearing daddy was ‘Uncle’ Pat.
But where the abstemious wall had sprouted ears
and the Widow Cordelia sat.

The cupboard is open with skeletons out,
to everybody’s chagrin
each year they escape the louder they shout
and are harder to push back in.






The dinner was nearly over;
the fifth post-prandial toast
left few at the table sober,
not Arthur the affable host-

the uncle who eighteen months ago
was found in O’Reilly’s bed.
Was O’Reilly there? We’ll never know,
but that’s what the whisper said.

Not cousin Millicent, remarked to woo
Benny the local barber,
the butcher, the baker as well as the crew
off every ship in the harbor.

Not older brother whose wife agreed
he had served a term for fraud
to which he muttered to pay no heed
that he’d married a drunken bawd.

Not Aunty Molly reduced to tears
hearing daddy was ‘Uncle’ Pat.
The abstemious wall sprouted ears
where cousin Cordelia sat.

The cupboard is open, without a doubt
while the skeletons’ fun can begin,
each year, though easier to let out,
all are harder to get back in.

Last edited by Jim Hayes; 07-24-2019 at 07:47 AM.
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