Sarah Ruhl

There was a family in whose home rule
a tradition grew. It was called Pig Night.
Once a week the children would play the fool,
which gave birth to future adult insight.

On Saturday morn pancakes served with word
etymology, a fatherís parlay
of hungry children and language flavored,
which gave birth to a sweet tooth for word play.

A motherís grand entrance in character,
reciting lines of a bald soprano
before children who did drink this nectar,
which gave birth to lifeís jubilant echo.

The coup de grace in this wondrous Sarah -
her light touch of Ovidís lingua franca.

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