I am the most sober of all sober men:
Itís my supernatural power.
So I was elected by most of my kin,
Who gave me a list on eight pages to keep,
And sent me to shop the big town.
Both my sister and my aunt
Want to have a faux fur coat,
And my brother yearns for coffee on his table.
Son-in-law did ask for roe,
Wife was yelling to buy more,
And her dad demanded brandy with nice labels.
Iím wounded, shell-shocked and a little afraid,
Forgetful of things asked in writing.
Iíve learned off by heart all my shopping requests
And hid all my cash in the lining.
So, my brother needs a coat
For my aunt - a coffee pot.
My wifeís dad instructed: ďBuy in bulk, you got it?Ē
Son-in-law eats squirrel roe
Wifeís obsessive with faux fur
And godfathers will suffice with rum or vodka.
I bumped many backs and I stomped many toes,
I barreled my way through their rear.
To save my long list from the capture by foes,
I swallowed it whole with no fear.
Keep in mind: a pot for aunts,
Wife is happy with fur cloth,
And that dad of hers drinks vodka that is branded.
For godfathers: all you want,
Son-in-law gets rabbits paws,
Sisters wanted something pretty; that is handy!
So will I return carrying nothing but bags?
Yet soon shopping quarters were found.
ďWhat currency do you possess?Ē - Iíve been asked.
ďDonít worry,Ē - Iíve said. ďItís not pounds.Ē
"So, a coffee pot with fur,
Son-in-law will work for roe,
And godfathers are not happy when theyíre sober!
Aunts have sided with my bro:
He drinks wine until no more.
And for me this ugly yellow in the saucer!"
I canít recall dollars, the sterlings of words,
Iím struck by the stark understanding:
What for Iíve been spilling my blood all along?
What for Iíve been eating this list thatís so long?
And why I keep cash in the lining?
Still, I need an instant pot,
Plus some booze for this old dolt,
And my brother could drink hooch until he wobbles.
Where to buy a fax fur aunt?
Vodka flavored sugar coats?
And godfathers should be happy with two bottles.