To The Deceased Wife's Sister

    My dear Deceased Wife's Sister, -
    (The wife of my bosom being still happily amongst us,
    The above,
    As the learned might say,
    Is a misnomer.
    You, on the other hand,
    Are a Miss    -    - ,
    And I would not marry you
    To save myself from boiling oil.
    If I had wanted you
    I could have had you in the beginning.
    And if I had married you
    The wife of my bosom
    Would have been aunt to her own children, as it were.
    And in the event of your demise
    She would also have been
    My deceased wife's sister -
    Which is at once inconsequential and peculiar.
    A man cannot marry his deceased wife's sister
    Till she is dead.
    This is quite wrong.
    In my humble opinion
    It is also quite right.
    Anyway, we will close this parenthesis
    With the usual sign,
    And proceed along the primrose path
    Of business)
    As I have already remarked
    In my usual quaint way,
    A man cannot marry
    His deceased wife's sister
    Until she is dead.
    (By "she" of course I mean the man's wife.)
    The bishops declare
    That he cannot marry her anyhow
    (By "he" I mean the man,
    And by "her" of course
    The bishops mean
    The man's deceased wife's sister.
    I desire to be explicit on these points
    In order that we may avoid
    Ambiguity.)
    Well, my dear deceased wife's sister
    (Always remembering that Mrs.    -    -    is still alive),
    What is your view of matters?
    Do you really wish to marry me or not?
    Have you any opinions about Lord Hugh Cecil?
    If so,
    Kindly state them.
    Was he or was he not justified in demanding
    On Wednesday night
    That the word "Shame"
    Be put upon the record?
    If so, why not?
    If not, why so?
    My dear deceased wife's sister,
    Do not let us get confused.
    Let us clear our minds of Cecil.
    After all is said
    You are the Auntie of my children,
    And the great-niece of my wife's great-uncle,
    Not to say the sister-in-law of my children's father.
    Come along,
    Here are ducats,
    A ring,
    And a Canadian parson,
    Let us get married at once.
    Of course it is so sudden.
    It always is.
    And we have forgotten about Mrs.    -    -
    We always do.
    But I tell you here and now,
    And in good set terms,
    My dear deceased wife's sister,
    That if I wish to marry
    Either you or any more of your mother's daughters
    (Which Heaven forbid),
    I shall go to Canada or Australia
    And marry 'em.