17. Merry Wives

It’s hard to be merry when your mother is dying,

especially a mother whose name is Merry.

 

So we two wives saw the Bard’s morality play,

“The Merry Wives of Windsor.”

 

We watched the women deliver their jaunty lines

as they tricked a cuckoldly knave.

 

They did “prove themselves merry, and yet honest too,”

just as Shakespeare promised.

 

Their gig was up at Herne’s Oak, a tree that did fall

but not that night. The play ends:

 

“Heaven give us many, many more merry days.”

Many more Merry days, indeed.