Shed No Tears For Me, Sherry Poem by John Sensele

Vying to lay hands
On the lass with the scoop neckline
I displayed in the civil stands
My morals decline

I should approach
To prove my tactics
Work wonders although my coach
Prefers gesticulation gymnastics

To a sanctimonious sermon
The puritan preacher at my church
Delivered to cast the demon
He believes in the lurch

In the past life I ought to jettison
To earn a pudding in the sky
If I should stand a chance to enter the glory garrison
When I die with neither lie nor cry.