Classic Poem

Judas Iscariot
sat in the upper
room with the others
at the last supper

And sitting there smiled
up at his master
whom he knew the morrow
would roll in disaster

At Christ's look he guffawed —
for then as thereafter
Judas was greatly
given to laughter

Indeed they always said
that he was the veriest
prince of good fellows
and the whitest and merriest

All the days of his life
he lived gay as a cricket
and would sing like the thrush
that sings in the thicket.