Vatican Prepaid Calling Card - Poem by Ted Sheridan
The guy was really getting into it until the Pope called
and he was commanded to extinguish his excitement;
ordered to dunk his stale donut into a Styrofoam
cup of cold decaffeinated and whiskey flavored coffee,
while reciting the Lord’s Prayer and repaying a hundred
Hail Mary’s that he still owed from the time he and his friends
went to the beach and stole a wallet full of cash,
while the sharks fed on its rightful owner.
They didn't get the word in time to save their souls because
Jesus had been on vacation at a different resort and James
was busy baptizing anyone who could hold their breath….
2008 © TS
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