Best Surplice Poems

The Burial, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : L’Enterrement

I know nothing as gay as a burial !
The grave-digger who sings with his pickaxe in bright thrill
The church bells from afar reverberating with their svelte trille
The priest in a white surplice whose joyous prayers hardly in...

Continue reading...

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church
I just keep staying at home
with thunder for a chorister
and an ochard for a dome 

Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice
I just wear my wings
instead of tolling the bell for Church 
our little Sexton sings

God preaches a noble Clergyman
and...

Continue reading...

The ramblings of a yellow rose,
What are they, do you suppose?
And is there any sense in prose,
When written by a rambling rose?

     And does it have a single purpose,
     Or is such stuff as this simply surplice?...

Continue reading...

There once was a sensitive vicar,
who said, "I'm not one to bicker,
but the peal of that bell,
makes me feel quite unwell,
and plays merry hell with my ticker."

An incensed old soul by the spire,
preaching incense-igniting to the choir,
exclaimed, "There is but one catch,
when striking a match,
don't...

Continue reading...