Bob’s party was a hit. And Jack had gladly overdone,
Sampling every drink and having an excess of fun,
But when the party ended, knowing he'd had too much stout,
Jack handed Bob his car keys and on foot, he started out.
He’d stumbled for a block or two, when a cop came from the dark,
And stopped him as Jack contemplated crossing Central Park.
“'Tis half-past four, and time you were at home and safely bedded.
Where have you been, my lad?” he asked. “And tell me where you’re headed.”
Well, Jack just looked at him and tried to straighten up his sight,
But everything stayed blurry, though he tried with all his might.
So finally, he shrugged and gave the cop a painful smile,
“I’m headed to a lecture, sir. And it will take a while.”
“A lecture at this time of night? Well, surely you are kidding!
Not that fun at all, in fact, it does sound quite forbidding!”
Well, Jack, he shrugged and then he frowned a tiny, little frown,
“It’s true, sir,” he defended. “And I'm going there right now!
I'm trying hard to save you from an incorrect conjecture,
I’m really on my way to sit and listen to a lecture!
And I'm thinking from this moment, I'll resolve to never revel,
'Cause that lecture's being given by none other than the devil!"
The cop frowned, “'Devil Lectures' in the wee hours of night?”
“Sir, I can get them any time, the devil is my wife!"
Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?
SPAGHETTI is the theme we'll try!
