The guy was really getting into it until the Pope called
and he was commanded to extinguish his excitement;
ordered to dunk his stale donut into a Styrofoam
cup of cold decaffeinated and whiskey flavored coffee,
while reciting the Lord’s Prayer and repaying a hundred
Hail Mary’s that he still owed from the time he and his friends
went to the beach and stole a wallet full of cash,
while the sharks fed on its rightful owner.
They didn't get the word in time to save their souls because
Jesus had been on vacation at a different resort and James
was busy baptizing anyone who could hold their breath….
2008 © TS
Bless me Father, my excitement has been extinguished a few times of late.. it doesn't matter how I try to light the rocket, James (well.. actually I'm not aloud to say) ... *delivered special in a Final C note accompanied by a G-string* aroha xx PS You get the point though, don't cha! ! ! !
i love it. shows the silliness of some religions. hail marys? ! ...i'll never understand them. nice one though.
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Clever stuff, Ted! You have all the freedom in the world to write such stuff, but I forgive you, Father Ted, for your sin of pride as you ridicule what is so easy to mock today. Tackle something more challenging next time out!