There once was a preacher named Mack.
He was tall and exceedingly black.
He was caught with a maid
in a state sponsored raid
put inside and he hasn't been back.
You might ask what became of the maid,
she'd been given some much needed aid.
By the bishop from Rome
who did stay at her home
and you guessed it, she ended up laid.
Thus it shows that the flesh is quite weak
and that God has forgotten the meek.
I suggest that all maids
don't get caught in those raids
with a bishop it's even more bleak
Lovely limerick style poem. Made me really chuckle. Nice one. Love Ernestine XXX
You're unstoppable... hilarious! Thank you as G says for a morning comedy moment. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't know! May God bless Mack and the maid! ! ! ! !