Awake ye blog
from deepest sleep
and once again
your ritual keep
From limey shores
homeward lately come
for weeks ahead now
travel's done.
(WRM)
Seven Deadly Sins
Behold the systematic GLUTTON
who eats the fat first off his mutton,
and while the blessing says, "we're grateful,"
he's asking for a second plateful.
This man is also AVARICIOUS,
finding the smell of dough delicious,
and takes a fierce, uxorious PRIDE
in one possession, his young bride.
His neighbor just across the fence,
a man of strong CONCUPISCENCE,
ENVYING the husband his fair flower,
would buy her favors by the hour.
ANGER inflames the husband's face,
but AVARICE takes the higher place.
He says, "don't let my ANGER trouble you,
Take her-I'll take your BMW."
The deal is struck, with on car more,
the final sin completes his score.
The sinner says, "I'd shoot them both,
were I not such slave to SLOTH.
(Virginia Hamilton Adair)
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2 comments:
Good poems both
I always like
to refer to sloth
Skipping a beat-le.
Crossing continents
Jet lag bites, another case
Of a hard day's night.
j
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