One fine night, in the middle of the day,
two atheists knelt down to pray.
Hymn books opened upside-down,
in Top Hat n Tails, and their dressing gown.
The in-verse lyrics from the page,
sung happily with joyous rage.
Two old friends, first meeting each other,
(both my Grandad’s grandson’s sister’s brother.)
With sufficient humility, to make them proud,
in perfect silence, they roared out loud.
“All things dim and dutiful,
all tree cures smate and groll.
All things dense and blunderfull,
what good is a square ball? ”
Cursed by the blessing,
and accepted by rejection.
As welcoming as Ebenezer,
(when it’s time to pass the collection.)
Thanking God for their disbelief,
from their heads up to their toes.
And then with Pious reverence,
they did pick each other’s nose.
These two brave cowards stand as one
In truth they are my father’s son.
You students of genealogy,
must unsurely disagree.
For my Grandad’s grandson’s sister’s brother,
Can be none other than…..
p.s.: -(Some students of genealogy,
have been giving me some bother.
They’ve pointed out, without a doubt,
it could also be my brother!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem