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Ale & Cakes

        ďDost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be
        no more cakes and ale?Ē
                                            óTwelfth Night


Itís not all cakes and ale.
Sometimes itís ale and cakes.
At least one of us knew his ale and cakes.
He could poach your deer
to accompany your ale and cakes.
He could hold up his side
in a knife-in-your-eye tavern fight.
Ale will give you courage.
Cake will give you cake.
So have some cake.  With ale.
Sing happy birthday
to your birthday cake.
Your virtueís not meant to span
from cradle to grave,
not when youíre made of cake,
and not when youíre made of ale.
Itís not all cakes and ale.
Itís not all suffering.
So much is made of cake.
The ale takes care of itself.
Itís not all cakes and ale.
Sometimes itís ale and cakes.
Virtue is often faked. You ought to know.
There are more things in a bar or a bakery,
than are dreamt of
in your theocracy.


Lee Upton

Shenandoah

Fall 2016


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