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I wasn't going to release this poem, 
But when I was Reading from Casarah list, 
changed my mind, so it's not my fault, 
Jan made me do it.

The story about Mikey and His Ass

Now Mikey was a poor boy,who
Lived out on a farm
Although he never owned a thing
He never lost his charm

Nor did he have a penny, when the
Plate was passed around
His shoe were full of holes
Where his feet would touch the ground

But Mikey Loved the Church, and
Especially the Mass
That's where Mikey kneeled and prayed
And lo, it came to pass

He didn't pray for shoes, 
Or money for the tithe
Instead, He was blessed 
With a mighty Ass to ride

Of course, Mikey liked his drink, it
Put him in good cheer
But for, every shot of whiskey He'd
Buy his Ass a beer

Soon though, he discovered, when he'd
Ride his Ass to town
That every step that it would take
There came an awkward sound

But the sound was not the problem
Not for Mikey or his Ass
It was the smell that lingered on
And made the town folk gasp

The smell got so putrid, 
That the Vicar had to say 
"Mikey it'd be better 
If you wouldn't come this way"

You can imagine how he felt, He
Was really broken hearted
Now, asked to leave the Church, he loved
Because his Ass had farted

So Mikey learned a lesson, and
Returning to The Mass
He wore new shoes, and gave a tithe
Because, He sold His Ass

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