We have a Vicar from the south
Who preaches with his mouth
His sermon for the Day
Was to make the people stay
The darkness was too much
But being a Vicar that was silly
He burnt his hand on the tilly
By Derek Lewry aka Papa Bear
25 May 2008
Note: This poem was written about an incident that happened to me on Sunday by the Mayor of the Western Town I belong to, Papa Bear (Derek Lewery) .
I was lighting a Tilly lamp to lighten up my church as we have no electricity. The lamp went out and when I tried to relight it, the lamp looked like it was going to topple over so I reached to steady it and burnt the palm of my left hand. Instead of seeing the light I felt the pain. I did the service with my hand wrapped in a cold wet towel.
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David
After feeling the pain you would have felt the 'light'...that is the way He reminds us of some of our at times ways...an enlightening write, David...I liked 10/10
I think it There were only preventions or a hint from the God... Sincerely, Tsira
Hehehe....You'll just have to go read my new Dodgy Dave Tale.....thaks for the ammo Big Bruv....all in fun you know...I do hope you heal fast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ouch...i guess you saved a possible fire from happening though...or more likely just a dropped candle