It's the Last Supper tonight
And everyone's invited
But I never know what wine to bring
Don't want the host to feel slighted.

I was told my poetry wasent literal enough
You got me there
In point of fact
It's just the wheezey stuff
One huffs and then puffs
But don't blow no house down
The ravening wolf
Who soft approaches
Wears his frown upside down.