La Benedizione Della Studio
Blessing the houses
on easter eve day
through out the parish
he sprinkled away
The priest stumbled upon
a studio door
where an artist was
painting moments before.
He splattered the water
all over the room
when artist returned
and stated to fume.
“What the hell are you doing?
“You uncultured jerk.”
“who gave you the right
to alter my work?”
“You should be grateful,”
the old priest complained
“I did you some good
Now go do the same.”
“No,” with a pause
“I expect better
the Lord was quite clear
right down to the letter.”
“Good deeds done on earth
the almighty has told
will be rewarded above
one hundred fold. “
The priest turned around,
headed straight for the door.
The artist went up
to where he was before.
And picked up a bucket
filled to the rim
pour it from the window
to soaked priest to the brim.
“Here’s my gratuito
just like you asked
for the paintings you ruined
from the water you blast.”
I think that the priest
blessed the artist that day
who was cursed with bad painting
that were best washed away
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