A Dinner Party

Anticipating a fine quarrel,
I invited all the Gods to my party
and served seven carafes of wine.
Jesus, Buddha, Moses, Krishna,
with the Prophet seated at the head
of the table, drinking nothing at first,
then a glass of Cabernet, and then
another! Oh I admit I was looking
for an argument, but the evening
turned out to be a sentimental bore.
They spent the whole night hugging
and weeping, comparing genealogies,
having discovered through the art
of ordinary conversation that,
just like you and me, they were all
descended from a single pair of apes.