Nasty ol' Mable
Was rude at the table
To her parents and brother and sis

For her to behave
was the one thing they craved
For it was they're only wish

Mashed potatoes on the door
Green beans on the floor
Oh what were they going to do

Though they had wept
They had to accept
That the girl was only two

once our auntie mable spake unto me
they, unbeknownest, would hang me and then
she so riddled as to the whys and when
as faith, chaff me not,and i will tell thee
child,tis but a sin,to ask,verily..
for i was only a boy.. nine or ten
or so in truth for i have forgotten
but that which remains in my memory
why..and transfixed by ruby drops of wine
that cascaded from off  her lily white chin
as she drank and ****** in lost residues
as the last **** and the barman calls time
as it seems that such loss has turned to wine
in vino there is love and veritas..