False Pretences
Life is full of surprizes, we are not surprised at all;
to church on a sunny summer morn at Petertide,
to be shocked that the great and good of the borough
were there for the annual mayor's service, all well and good
except expecting the annual service for that most obstreperous of fishers,
Peter the coward turned faulty Prince of the Apostles - and his rival-friend Paul.
What does it matter? Their purpose: to shock the world to save it - then as now.
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