Haiku for staying sober.
Laban asks Jacob,
What wages shall I pay you?
Give me your daughter.
Jacob loves Rachel.
She is beautiful. I’ll work
seven years for her.
Her father agrees:
Better you than another.
Seven years flew by.
At the wedding feast,
much wine. In the lamp’s dim light
sisters look the same.
Next morning. Behold:
Leah, the older sister!
Jacob’s not impressed.
The deal was Rachel!
Jacob protests. We agreed;
You pulled a swiftie!
Laban makes defense:
The elder must marry first.
That is our custom.
Take the honeymoon
week, then wed the younger one.
Do seven more years.
Left without much choice
Jacob completed the week,
then he wed Rachel.
(Don’t use the bible
to argue marriage practice;
it’s fraught with problems!)
© Ken Rookes 2023
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