A Christmas Tragedy

Dear Friends, each one with noble heart and eye

And other eye, list softly to my lay

Pertaining to the very sad event

Which happened when Dame Fortune cast a curse one Tragic day

Upon our relative, unawares,

Who until then had had no particular worries or cares:

My uncle stabbed his good eye with his fork

When we were tucking into Christmas Dinner

He suddenly lost his appetite there and then

And rapidly began to get much thinner.

And so the feast became a fast

For him. Meanwhile

The rest of us could share out what he'd left

And smile.

Which goes to show - when sitting down at table

You should be as careful with your cutlery as you are able

For Fate is Cruel oft when you least expect it

Especially when someone else can benefit.