Marc O'Brien Poet Rhyme

The Man In the Cavern and the Gypsies At the Tavern

Someone moved the rock 
And the village’s Gypsies were in shock 
Hearing it was a progressive move 
They sat at the bar wondering if this could be proved  
What was being blocked by this rock? 
A question was asked 
Each enjoying happy hour magic in their flask 
Apparently inside the cavern 
The Gypsies gossiped at the tavern 
Someone had died 
And placed him inside 
Were there riches lay to rest with all his mortuary stitches? 
After a few more rounds 
They decided to go and see what could be found
Leaving the tavern they went to the cavern
When they arrived  
With the goal to peek inside to see the person who died 
The rock moved back 
Nothing was open not even a crack 
Someone must have tried  
To seal up what was inside
Boy was this a mystery 
Worthy of a place in the Gypsy’s history 
A moving rock that put the Gypsies in shock 
Someone inside the cavern down the street from the tavern 
Upon returning to the reserved stools 
They said through their drools 
“This was weird” 
“And was worthy of a toast with a their favorite beer” 
Here we put the story to rest 
Knowing rocks don’t move unless 
There is going to be something to confess 
Now take another shot of that Gypsy brew 
Giving a celebratory respect to a spirit who now can be deemed true

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