Party of One
Father McMann was sweeping away
the leaves from the church house walk
When McGee strolled by, said McMann with a sigh
"McGee, I think we should talk"
He asked McGee, how in Gods name
could he get so drunk last night
So McGee gave in, confessed to his sin
and did so without a fight
"Well, you see now father, at the raffle in town
I won me a bottle of whisky
Then fell in the company of dubious blokes
although I new it quite risky"
"But you were with Mike and Pat and Shawn,
and I know that none of THEM drink"
"That's Gods own truth" moaned McGee
and that was the problem, I tink"
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