Frankinsince and Mir
Frankincense and Mir
Just before birth his mother felt compelled,
And soon some Frankincense she smelled,
In her room,
Like a tomb;
And against nature she had really rebelled.
At first, she seriously started to shiver;
Then a magic miracle soon did deliver;
God would exalt;
It was His fault;
Was glad of life God had been the giver.
So for baby to breath were sure to spank;
Father said they should name him Frank;
Very interesting,
To be digesting;
Had closed eyes and into deep sleep sank.
Son Frank soon whizzed by in a big blur,
We knew that short for miracle was Mir;
Did carefully stir;
Constant cure;
Did decide name Frank we could endure.
So we alertly kept control of all arson,
And used it to light candles for our son;
Christmas bells rang;
Stirring songs sang;
Wrote more poems that should be spun.
Jim Horn
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