My grandfather
Used to talk about
All the matchmaking that went on
Up and down the valley
There was a fellow
By the name of Pete O'Donnell
That everyone thought
Should be married off
He was a prosperous farmer
And by the time
He reached his early thirties
There was a big push
To get Pete to wed
Lady after lady
Was introduced to Pete
All to no avail
Females of every description
And yet none
Seemed to be a match
None less so than one
My grandfather spoke about
A thin tall woman
In her late twenties
Upon meeting her
Pete told her
You'll be certain
To inherit the kingdom of heaven
She asked him why
He thought that was the case
And he replied
The Bible says flesh and blood
Shall not inherit the kingdom of heaven
But you're nothing
But skin and bones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's a hoot, whether it's apocryphal or not