The Indignant Reverend

The Indignant Reverend By Elton Camp The reverend Boozer was in a snit What was it making him have a fit? Was it gossiping by his flock That he found a piece of crock? Perhaps it was the telling of lies That he so very much did despise? Was it church members being drunk That he was calling a lot of bunk? No, last week the contribution he counted And found that to a small sum it amounted That was the only source of his anger That his paycheck was in much danger “You’re robbing the Lord,” he did say But it was himself who desired the pay So he let them know unmistakably well By being stingy, they were risking hell