I'd like to be a Catholic,
To sail the Holy Sea.
To learn about the Cannon Laws
Like "Don't aim that thing at me".
I'll help around the chapel.
I know I can be trained,
To clean the glass that's dirty.
You know, you call it stained.
I've soldiered for this country
And guarded foreign borders
So I've no problem with a priest
Barking Holy Orders.
No, I'm no fan of gluttony.
While fasting I'll stand firm.
But there's no way you'll see me
Go on a Diet of Worms!
And when it comes to Martyrs Paste
I really don't know whether
It's used to brush the martyr's teeth
Or put martyrs back together.
I have just one more question
For which I'm at a loss
Please can someone tell me
How much a Penta costs.
- Tim Canny
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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1 comment:
Katelyn--thanks. This is a very clever and witty poem which has some gentle fun with all the jargon of the church.
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