Fish and Chips
When Jesus stopped in for a bite,
The barkeep near fell out with fright:
“I’ve got some goat cheese,
But no fish and chips, please!
Last time, that was it for the night!”
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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