Robert L. Hinshaw Poet Limerick

Parson Ezra Heap

Once there was a parson named Ezra Heap

   Whose Sunday sermons were profoundly deep

      The louder Ezra implored

         The more his congregants snored

            He could never arouse them from their sleep

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Gershon Wolf August 21, 2019 at 11:56 AM Alternatively titled, 'Deep Sleep.' Send me some of his sermons. Maybe they'll help me with my insomnia. LOL. Cheers, gw

Lindsay Laurie August 20, 2019 at 8:46 PM G'day Bob … he should change the wording from sermon to insomnia classes. The problem the church would find in your limerick Bob is that it's a true story that happens every Sunday - thanks Bob - Lindsay

Jan Allison August 19, 2019 at 2:35 PM Ha he ha i know a few vicars that this relates too:-) love the humour bob:-) Hugs Jan xx