Holier Than Thou Poem by John Thorkild Ellison
Holier Than Thou
It's a Mortal Sin, everyone knows,
To masturbate or blow your nose!
My Christian friend is so squeaky clean
It makes want to shout out something obscene!
He's kind and wholesome, almost 'organic'
Like the fruit or vegetables, but I'm a cynic,
Why does he have to be so 'nice'?
Please, God, redeem him with some vice
And bring his virtue to an end
Before he drives me round the bend! !
:) a lovely amusing poem here, with honest thoughts, that i'm sure we've all considered... brilliant, thankyou.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 7:47:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Love the poem and.....come to think of it, the name. H