A Wedding at Cana 1
The guests at Cana, vinously aswim,
Aroar for more, found every bloody butt
Was empty, and the liquor stores were shut.
The innkeeper, fired by a roguish whim,
Had three casks filled with water to the brim,
Then told each sozzled fuddled serving slut
To lug them where, importantly astrut,
The host was, and to leave the rest to him.
Christ was a guest, dressed in his best apparel,
But the host begged a sort of magic act
Through Mary: "Make him turn this lot to wine."
Mary replied: "I know this son of mine -
Moody. But if I speak to him with tact
You'll get, maybe, a quarter of a barrel."