My parents were in a church and decided to receive the holy Bread.
Hundreds of people were there with loads of church benches that held 20 people
per bench. As they stood up my mother said to my father Hey listen take a note of
the church bench number. My father said What for. Mother said Well, We don't want
to come back looking for our seats with our mouths hanging open and looking like
fools if we can't find them.
My father replied :- Well lets shut them then.
A young man who plays the piano.
Came into the church, bench sit down on.
And what he did spy
Would catch any eye.
His zipper was opened so wide, Oh!
*True story Limerick
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