"O Tempora O Mores"

*Isaac Maimon*

“O Tempora O Mores”

This 
Last
Week
Dear
Cousin
Bea, 
You
Remember
Her,
Haughty 
As
Could
Be,
Boarded
Her
Private
Yacht,
Sailed
Off
To
The
Vineyard,
And
On
Tuesday
Last, 
I was
Told,
Just
After
Three,
Sank
Into
The
Sea.
You
Hadn’t
Heard?
I hate
To
Bring
The
Word.
Have 
Another
Tot,
Why 
Not?
The
Wake
Was
A
Show,
I’ll
Have
You 
Know,
The
Heirs
Positively
Aglow.
“What
A
Way
To
Go,
On
A
Snazzy
Boat,”
I heard 
One
Murmur
As
He 
Passed.
“At
Least
The
Old
Goat
Went
Down
In
First
Class.”
Here’s
To
Bea.
She
Didn’t
Leave
A
Cent
To 
Me.