Of John & Agnes
This has been circulating around for years. "Buzzy" Robert Towers gave it to me at my first assignment once he knew I had a since a humor and wasn't easily offended. For the record, the 12 Days come AFTER. not before Christmas leading up to the Feast of the Epiphany on January the 6th. I posted it last year and it will probably be a repost every year.
December 14, 1972
My Dearest John:
I went to the door today and the postman delivered a "partridge in a pear tree". What a thoroughly delightful gift. I couldn't have been more pleased.
With deepest love and devotion, Agnes
December 15, 1972
Dearest John:
Today the postman brought your very sweet gift. Just imagine, "two turtle doves". I'm just delighted with your very thoughtful gift. They are just adorable.
All my love, Agnes
December 16, 1972
Dear John:
Oh! Aren't you an extravagant one. Now I really must protest. I don't deserve such generosity, "three French hens". They are just darling, but I must insist, you've been too kind.
Love, Agnes
December 17, 1972
Dear John:
Today the postman delivered "four calling birds". Now really, they are just beautiful, but don't you think enough is enough? You're being too romantic.
Affectionately, Agnes
December 18, 1972
Dear John:
What a surprise, today the postman delivered "five golden rings", one for every finger. You're impossible, but I love it. Frankly, all those birds squeaking, it was beginning to get on my nerves.
All my love, Agnes
December 19, 1972
Dear John:
When I opened the door, there were actually "six geese a laying" on my front porch. So you're back to the birds again, huh? Those geese are huge. Where will I ever keep them? The neighbors are complaining and I can't sleep through the racket. Please stop!
Cordially, Agnes
December 20, 1972
John:
So what's with you and your fucking birds? "Seven swans a swimming", what kind of God damn joke is this? There's bird shit all over my house and they never stop the racket. I can't sleep at night and I'm a nervous wreck. It's not funny, so stop with those fucking birds!!
Sincerely, Agnes
December 21, 1972
O.K. Buster:
I think I prefer the birds. What the hell am I going to do with "eight maids a milking". It's not enough with all those birds and eight maids a milking, but they had to bring their damn cows. There is shit all over the lawn and I can't move in my own home. Just lay off me, smart ass.
Agnes
December 22, 1972
Hey Shithead:
What are you? Some kind of sadist? Now there are "nine pipers playing" and Christ do they play. They've never stopped chasing those maids since they got here yesterday morning. The cows are getting upset and they're stepping all over those screeching birds. What am I going to do? The neighbors have started a petition to evict me.
Fuck off, Agnes
December 23, 1972
You Rotten Prick:
Now there's "ten ladies dancing". I don't think I'll call them ladies. They've been balling those pipers all night long. Now the cows can't sleep and they've got diarrhea. My living room is a river of shit. The commissioner of building has subpoenaed me to give cause why the building shouldn't be condemned. I'm sicking the police on you.
You'll get yours, Agnes
December 24, 1972
Listen Fuckhead:
What's with the "eleven Lords a leaping" on those maids and ladies? Some of those broads will never walk again. Those pipers ran through the maids and ladies and have been committing sodomy with the cows. All 23 birds are dead. They've been trampled to death in the orgy. I hope you're satisfied, you rotten vicious swine.
Your sworn enemy, Agnes
Law Offices of Badger, Bender & Canola
303 Knore St.
Chicago, Ill.
December 25, 1972
Dear Sir:
This is to acknowledge your latest gift of "twelve fiddlers fiddling", which you have seen fit to inflict on our client, Miss Agnes McHolsten. The destruction of course, was unreal. All correspondence should be directed to our attention. If you should happen to try to reach Miss McHolsten at Maple Dale Sanitarium, the attendants have been instructed to shoot you on sight. With this letter, please find attached a warrant for your arrest.
Cordially,
Badger, Bender & Canola
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XIII
The Proud Minister
One day there came into the Garden a man in torn clothes badly bruised and cut, who said to the Lover, “In the name of the Beloved I demand your help.”
So the Lover and the Disciple let him in and dressed his wounds and prepared the best of the vegetables from the Garden for him to eat. When his wounds had been dressed and he had eaten and rested the Lover asked him how he had fallen into this plight, to which the man replied, “I was Minister of the Beloved in a city near this place, where I preached His gospel and expounded His doctrine to the people. I pointed out to them how their sins had made them wholly hateful to the Beloved and how therefore they were utterly beyond the range of His love and He would condemn them to eternal torments, whereon some fell into despair and wept bitterly but many were angry. One day the magistrates called me before them and begged me to leave the city and preach elsewhere for they said I had made many people so angry and desperate that they feared there might be a riot and they might not be able to protect me but that I might suffer some injury. I, however, very zealous for the Beloved and believing that the magistrates only feared that their own sins might be proclaimed, preached the more vehemently, denounced the magistrates and made it abundantly clear that the whole wicked city was foredoomed to eternal punishment by the just provision of the Beloved. Whereon a mob, stirred up no doubt by the corrupt and venal magistrates, fell upon me with sticks and stones, nearly killing me and driving me out of the city in the state in which I came to you.”
“My friend,” said the Lover, “this was not a good deed of yours, for besides denying the unfathomable compassion of the Beloved, you have by your obstinacy caused these people to commit a grievous sin, and this cannot be pleasing to the Beloved, that through you who profess to be His minister the people should become worse. Surely you remember that He Himself said, ‘If they persecute you in one city flee to another.’”
Therefore the man was very angry, and cursing the Lover, said, “I see that I have had a very false report of you and I do not believe that you are a servant of the Beloved at all. When I came to you so injured for the Beloved’s sake you set before me only herbs and fruits although the garden is full of birds which you could have killed to make me a worthy meal. I shall proclaim everywhere that you are no true servant of the Beloved but a mere falterer who dares not suffer in the cause of the Beloved. Be sure that you are foreordained to eternal torments who suffer nothing here.”
For the man was so blinded by his own pride that he could not perceive the scars on the hands and feet and the brows of the Lover nor how the cloth beneath the armpits of his tunic was dyed with a red dye. So he went out of the Garden cursing and shouting.
But the Lover looked sad and said, “A man like this does much harm to the cause of the Beloved, for by thus speaking falsely about the Beloved he may bring men to fear Him but none to love Him, and by love alone can any man approach the Beloved.”
