Tatooed Priest Eating Food
Our Tattooed Priest Eating Food
They say precious Priest had been tattooed;
After eating Holy Food was further reviewed;
Had been brash,
On his beautiful body a crucifix it did include.
Priest had enjoyed eating food for thought;
Worshiping before cross and being caught;
We then realized,
That he prophesized;
With beautiful organist who along brought.
Great food was found at our church feast,
And the more we ate our waist increased;
Where we live,
Up something give;
Do be able to stop eating dessert at least.
Church attendance was flowing and flowing;
Provided food there while we were knowing;
Have a brain;
No weight gain;
Our church is where they want to be going.
When deep river by our church did run by,
On God for food knew we were able to rely,
And while we abstain;
From over eating refrain;
Great sermon for Priest God would supply.
(Our permanent priest not a supply one.)
Are Imperil So Hired Father Farrell
Our church ended up over bulging barrel;
Hungered for food and we were imperil;
State of shock;
Chip off of block;
God finally had sent to us Father Farrel
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2019
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