The preacher stated 'I thee wed'
and took the bride straight to his bed.
The groom had been into the booze
thrown up into his Rockford shoes.
This proves that once the scent of lust
goes through the celibacy rust
no human can be safe my lad,
as even preachers can be bad.
So, my advice is keep your eye
on all the layers of your pie.
And if you don't, it is okay.
I am God's servant and I may.
'Keep your eye on all the layers of your pie' Cute Herbert. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, i enjoyed reading it, thank you