For the wedding of His Son
Generous to great and least
The king invited everyone
Rumors fly of sumptuous wine
Of every kind of beast and bird
Prepared for this joyous time
At least, this is what I’ve heard
With regal invite in my hand
My hopes arise that they are true
But the vulgar state I’m in is bland
And the use of soap would be quite new
Perhaps he would not notice it
His heart happy with joyful song
Or not care about it one wit
Though the summons clearly states that’s wrong
I think that I will try and see
Though I have the time to become clean
With the soap that was provided me
For I tend to think soap is obscene
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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