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The Moose Hall
A studious maid sat reading on a bench
And was addressed by an old crone in French:
“Ma chere! - une bierre“,- that is: “please buy me beer,-
I’m thirsty and I have no dough my dear!”.
The maid rose up, kind-hearted, with good cheer
To buy across the street a can of beer.
But the old beldame was too shrewd and smart
And hand no interest in Choucroute’s Mart.
She knew a spot, called “Moose Hall” was quite near,
And there, she said, they served all night fresh beer.
Deft persuasion took the upper hand,-
Thus crone and maid now to this Moose Hall went.
But it turned out the crone’s thirst was immense
And quenching it,- unheard of an expense!
Was she the victim of a scam or ruse?
None could defray the cost for so much booze
The crone consumed, and so in great distress
The maiden saw she was near penniless.
Four cents, - its hard to be convivial
With this amount in Down-Town Montreal.
Four pennies left - indeed a slender purse;
No money to ride home - what could be worse!
Enraged, and broke, she squashed an empty can,
When from a chair arose a quiet man-
Handsome he was, - true knight- though without lance,
He asked the desperate maiden for a dance.
The crone kept ordering beer for all its worth
And was the happiest beldame on this earth.
Maid and knight danced, but they could see and hear
The hag besieging waiters for more beer.
Beneath the table she now slowly sank
But clutched her glass yet to her breast and drank,-
Then she knocked over several sandwich trays;-
(We know the Lord works in mysterious ways).
Coincidences happen, - in a spell,- -
By the next moon rang out a wedding bell.
Be such event be called “Fortuity”-,
Or happenstance,-- whatever it may be,--
Should you seek spouses, friends,- then volunteer
To take a thirsty beldam out for beer.
What a romantic thing to happen, and to think that if the young girl had not been so understanding and generous, she would never have met her love. Good story.
Love,
Jessica