John Thorkild Ellison

Rookie - 113 Points (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

Judas - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

Tired of his endless guilt,
He rode his motorbike to Gethsemane
And went out to strangle Jesus.
Coming home at last, he met his girl
And felt the tender swastika of love.

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  • (10/15/2007 6:02:00 PM)

    By gum Ellison, you're in cracking form. I shall forward that to some of my correspondents (with due acknowledgements) . (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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