Apostle Who Was a Fossil
Apostle Who Was A Fossil
Some seem to be calling me an apostle
Who they say looks like an old fossil
With hair which is so gray as can be
And bruised body bent just like a tree
He also does look like an acolyte
Who in a cave is slim as a stalactite
Bones became hard and very brittle
And now is no longer fit as a fiddle.
The middle we found on this fellow
Can be compared to a marsh mellow
And in our each eye comes a tiny tear
When we see him waddle with his rear.
After he finally became a grandfather
Won't lose any weight so why bother
And is it true or could it be a fable?
Heaven does have a big dining room table.
James Thomas Horn
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