The Lost Commandments
When Moses came back down
With his tablets and inscriptions
He left some lying around
With some critical prescriptions
Continued at eleven
Not to stop the count on fingers
If you want to go to heaven
Add these extra rules and stingers
Further shalt and shalt-nots listed
For avoiding castigation
Or for peace at home insisted
And domestic approbation
Thou shalt listen with great care
To She who must be obeyed
You’ll be sorry if you dare
Get it wrong, forgot, delayed
Thou shalt not fret when accused
For you’re wrong, you know you blew it
Don’t attempt to be excused
Hold your tongue or you will rue it
Thou shalt close what should be closed
And leave open what should be
(Might not be what you supposed
Don’t compound sin with that plea!)
Thou shalt eat all food on plate
Clean it up, leave not a jot
You know it’s a crime to waste
Get it down or sin, Mein Gott
Thou shalt be prepared, don’t tarry
When it’s time to gad about
(‘Time’ defined is arbitrary
She at door, already out)
Thou shalt check thy post and messages
The e-mails, even junk
There could be one that takes presages
No matter what you thunk
Old man Moses’ outward bound
Gave full guidance to a nation
Though he took the long way round
Till they reached their destination
Had he not mislaid those stones
Could have missed out so much strife
Looking forward with smart drones
Or just listening to his wife
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
