Frugal and Blaring Bugle
We found ourselves being quite frugal;
Hired priest who played a blaring bugle;
To our alarm;
Had no charm;
Hearing his sermon had been brutal.
With all of the donuts would finagle;
She wanted one covered with maple;
Sorted through;
Did see view;
Not any so I brought her a bagel.
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