They cast their curses, paint a dire tale,
Blaming women, as if their hearts assail,
The plague they say, a venomous blade,
In poisoned words, a cruel masquerade.
They speak of chaos, strife, and misery,
Claiming this plague birthed all of history,
I say, if you court these woes so wild,
Why run to these plagues, O man, beguiled?
Why shelter them within your guarded keep,
Lest agony creeps upon you while you sleep?
Seek joy, my friends, outside these walls of dread,
For two hours’ respite, plague’s shadow fled.
Yet strangely, within, turmoil starts to brew,
Why this agitation, among the chosen few?
You must know, the plague lingers far and wide,
Outside the door, from troubles it does hide.
But wait, what’s this, a curious twist unfolds,
From a window, plague its presence holds.
It rises together, twenty eyes on the prize,
If plague lurks within, where did our sanity wise?
And lo, behold, if from the window peeks the plague,
All twenty sets of greedy eyes engage,
If plague remains hidden, lurking in the night,
When will the shutters open, revealing its plight?
Plague, plague, they taunt us to no end,
Within our walls, it finds a home, my friend.
A tradition strange, in our lives it’s etched,
For sheltering the plague, we have oft fetched.
