A Gossipy Christian To His Pastor

Pastor, I know every church member, Who during your sermon would slumber And could supply you the entire snoring number, If you badly want it this November Or much later in December: When distractions will lessen and you’d remember One of them, a barrister with Onward Chamber, Supposedly doing well here in Pemba… Still note, of discord, I fan no ember Nor entreat you to them dismember, Jesus and I sure it won’t last like the Sun’s rare penumbra.