The Census

Though there wasn’t a unanimous consensus
it was decreed that we should have a census.
You know that I am not inclined to boast
but as soon as I received it through the post
I opened the form, digested it and completed it.
I hate leaving things till the last moment
so I paid prompt attention to the document.
I grant you that I may not have filled one bit
and that was box seventeen which, I’m told,
was left blank on purpose for every household.
The form is not due, I’m ahead of the game;
I can provide gender, ethnicity and the name
of each and every guest that will be with me:
on March the 27th there’ll be twenty-three.
Two are Indian, two African, two from Bengal
some are from South America but that’s not all.
Two are hot Latin types, others have cold blood
and we have got together because of the Flood.
We'll also have a representative from France
and I expect she will lead me a merry dance.
Though we haven’t met, she knows I’m Noah;
(and I have been told that she is a proper goer).
We all have been paired off and that’s that;
let’s hope we don’t get stuck on Mount Ararat.

© Luigi Pagano 2011