Good Mr Prim
Mr. Prim provoked shame, guilt, and fear
In every heart, mind, and soul of Redding
Pointing his long, boney finger at whoever was near
Screaming out sinner, to hell you are heading!
Mr. Prim went to church three times a day
Prayed morning, noon, and night
Walked the straight and narrow, never to stray
He would shun wrong and always do right
A new movie in town, a huge sensation
Was rated PDV (perverse, disgusting, and vile)
Mr. Prim had to crush this abomination
Not one soul would this filth defile!
But the neon marquee announced: A Tribute To Mr. Prim
Tonight, we praise our saint’s glory
Let all our townsfolk welcome him
As we tell his inspiring story
The MC, Mayor Jones, smiled and took the stage
Mr. Prim began to feel frightened somehow
Introduced as Redding’s godly sage
Then asked to stand and take a bow
A year ago, at the passing of Joan, his wife
Proclaimed Mayor Jones demurely
She left us an account of Mr. Prim’s life
Which was not led all that purely
Now, as we view his spicy story
With our neighbor’s life honestly shown
Please keep in mind, as we praise God’s glory
Beware if you cast the first stone
The lights dimmed as the show began
Mr. Prim shook, sweated and fled the hall
The audience laughed, every woman and man
For there was never a movie at all!
Copyright © Robert Gorelick | Year Posted 2022
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