Into a Parish Priest

Into a Parish Priest.

Horn has always worked the hardest

At trying to become an blowhard artist

And a great poet he soon became

To find all of his fortune and fame.


God as great as He always has been,

Wasn't sure where he should begin

Regarding making Horn more poetic

Whose appeal was totally pathetic.


When Horn wrote poetry and sang music

You got sick and would leave real quick;

Horn in our choir was no longer allowed

And sounded like someone disembowed.


A dirty hand poor God had been dealt

When He found out how bad Horn smelt;

How could God hurt the fewest the least?

So He turned Horn into  a parish priest.

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Dietrich Avatar
August 9, 2013 at 5:27 PM
haha. That's a pretty miserable guy, that poor Horn!!
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August 9, 2013 at 7:47 PM
Andrea. I have an outstanding question. How in the world did you ever find my poem to read? [email protected]
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August 9, 2013 at 7:45 PM
Horn is me James Thomas Horn just trying to be funny as usual. Now who else other than myself would write anything else like this where the words just flowed right out of their brain. Still loved your comment. Have been writing poetry all of my life for various and asundry reasons. They even said that I mis-spelled asundry. How about that?
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