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The world around is fast asleep
I hear such rumbling snores
But as for me, I’m wide awake
With no apparent cause
I’ve counted sheep and camels too
And all to no avail
I close my eyes, relax my mind, but
My ship of dreams won’t sail
Perhaps a heavy, boring tome
Will send me on my way
Just such a book, encased in dust
Upon the table lay
The history of my reign is not
A stirring epic tale
No buckles swashed, no daring do
It reads – insipid…pale.
But wait, here’s something long forgot
A plan to kill the king!
“That’s me!” I think as I read on
Remembering everything
I read the story deftly told
It was a cunning plan
Apparently I owed my life
To a humble, Jewish man!
To save the king, a noble deed
What was the man’s reward?
It would appear his selfless act
Was blatantly ignored!
“Fetch me Haman!” is my cry
(My best and faithful friend
A clever lad, a noble lord
He’s just the man to send)
He hasn’t washed, he hasn’t shaved
He isn’t fully dressed
But once I tell him of my news
He’s sure to be impressed
“I have in mind a certain man
A sterling chap, you see
I want to give a great reward
For what he’s done for me.”
He strokes his chin, “I think I have
Just what you need to do
To tell the world, about this man
And what he means to you.”
“Clothe him in your finest robes
And seat him on a horse
Parade him through the busy streets
Led by a prince, of course.
“’Look!” shouts the prince, “The King himself
Has blessed this worthy man.”
I clap with glee and dance around
It’s such a perfect plan!
“Go, Haman, collect those royal robes.”
What you said will apply
Take Thunder from his stable warm
And then find Mordecai!”
P.S
They tell me Haman did the job
His voice so loud and clear
Proclaiming to the watching hordes
“This man, the king holds dear!”
It seems poor Haman wasn’t well
To home he quickly went
I guess my early morning calls
Are leaving him quite spent
P.P.S.
It would appear I got it wrong
I’m really quite confused
Haman’s not the friend I thought
They tell me I’ve been used!
He tricked me and I used my seal
That man – how slick, how sly!
Apparently I made a rule
That every Jew must die!
None the wiser, I’d have been
Without sweet Esther’s plea
She laid a feast of wondrous food
For Haman and for me
I nearly choked as Esther shared
The scheme that he had hatched
The depth of hate t’ward Mordecai
I think we barely scratched
Another seal, a new decree
Bestowed on Jews the power
To take up arms, defend themselves
That harmful hellish hour!
P.P.P.S.
Haman swings upon a noose
His end for all to see
My subjects know what happens when
A man displeases me!
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