Honor thy Father 'A Sailor's Wife' (2009 Part 1)

 My Father is still among the living. He is a tough son of a gun and is in no hurry to leave this planet. He turned 94 in December and his ailments are gaining the upper hand. For those of you know Guy W. Meyer Senior, this is not meant to give a real accurate description of who this Man is, my Father. It merely happens that in the days when we tend to think we are not going to hear one more new Poem that he effortlessly apparently memorized he springs one on us. This one exists to be shared as most of them do. Dad loved and loves among other types humorous epics (short epics) that go back to a world gone by so here for your reading enjoyment & most definite perplexity is one that might be titled :

        The Sailor's Wife

A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap and munched and crunched.

'Give me quoth I'

'Aroint thee witch, ye rum-fed runnion'

Her husbands to Aleppo gone,

master of the 'Tiger',

so thither in a sieve I'll sail

and like a rat without a tail,

I'll do,

I'll do,

and

 I'll do.

I am not sure exactly of the punctuation and quotation marks. He says that there are two women in his poem and one is the ' witch' or maybe 'retch'. It is possible that 70 80 or a hundred years ago here may have been a more definitive reading of this work.

  Anyways this was another of among many wondrous, songs, limericks ballads etc. that keep the awe factor pretty high when dealing with my Dad.

   OK answer to where do you find poetry like that: Shakespeare

   My Brother is in the same league as my Dad. At least within minutes of me reciting this he had the answer. Macbeth scene? what... the witches anyways still how does your Father recite Macbeth and particularly such a weird little excerpt? That's my Dad. He entered Harvard at age 16, bright and bold, he got yanked out the next year when 'the Wall' caved in, 1930.

 Guy