Table Talk

A fun little poem I found in Futility Closet's email updates:

At a tavern one night,

Messrs. Moore, Strange, and Wright

Met to drink and their good thoughts exchange;

Says Moore, “Of us three,

Everyone will agree,

There’s only one knave, and that’s Strange.”

Says Strange, rather sore,

“I’m sure there’s one Moore,

A most terrible knave, and a fright,

Who cheated his mother,

His sister and brother–”

“Oh, yes,” replied Moore, “that is Wright.”

– Anonymous