Go Ahead and Give Trump the Blame
Did Turn and Toss Like An Albatross
Last Sunday was first Sunday
for our new priest. Saw his
name on program which was
creased. Heard his sermon
and were pleasantly pleased.
During our dreams we did turn and toss;
What if new priest had been an albatross;
Great sermon gave;
Now is latest rave;
Are fortunate that him we came across.
Priest possessed a potent potential;
His sermons to hear were essential;
Further pried;
Never lied;
Practiced philosophy of existential.
By God new priest was properly wired;
Way up high, he really had been fired;
Temptation fought,
And we got caught;
Now know why we became so inspired.
When a new priest to our church came,
He and I would always think the same;
Is running rabbit,
Creature of habit;
Go ahead and give Trump all the blame.
That is what he kind of was saying in
his sermon without mentioning Trump's
name and claim to fame which was
such a shame.
Priest said that when we had talent
we were supposed to spread it all
around like I am doing. Why would
I want to be called a sinner for not
doing it. So am I sinning to be
sinning from the beginning or
out have they started thinning;
When God saved me from them
I will be winning.
How about this one
Once knew a benevolent Bedouin
Only drank water and ate gelatin;
Skinny did seam;
No ice cream;
So started looking like a skeleton.
For now know this should be enough;
Were well aware had been a big bluff,
Ideas did form;
Another storm;
Had naked thoughts when in the buff.
New priest came after his predecessor,
He sure did seem to be a sin stresser;
When pleased;
Sins squeezed;
Went out and bought a big compressor.
New vocal priest would play a violin;
Did so he could free himself from sin;
Saw new dawn;
Sins all gone;
Finished and said give me some skin.
Great Scott and then guten morgan;
From all around world and Oregon;
Keys did tickle,
While in pickle,
When we heard Marg play the organ.
Things have really become the pits,
So guess quietly should call it quits;
Hard to explain;
Brain did drain;
Horrible poems are everyone admits.
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2019
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