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
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