Every yearOn the anniversaryOf their weddingThose storiesWould be revisited
Not just familyBut an ever-wideningCircle of friendsWould hear ofAppa’s first…
I hear the thwackOf knife on woodAnd my blood pressure risesAnd I knowYes, I know thatMy neighbour(Whom we have nicknamedThe Rogue)Is hacking at our trees
Last nightWe caught up with Old friendsAfter ages:The conversation flowedLike the wineWhat each of the kidsWere up toWhat each of us fourWere up toAnd on and on and on
The backers of the genocideHave invitedThe genocidaire-in-chiefTo speak to them:The board ofGenocide CorpMeeting with their CEO