REVEREND HARBOTTLE

The queen's mum's priest.

A great man I new 

Unfortunately deceased.

 

Retired raised a glass to toast,

Tried to buy a place in

paradise close

 

Should have classed it,

As a sin,

Someone bought it,

From under him

 

Didn't like to mention,

Maybe because of some.

Devine intervention.

 

For when he thought,

He'd been given the nod.

As though it was a sign,

From God.

 

He was the first vicar that I new,

Not only didn't he make it paradise.

Before he died,

Someone guzumped him too.





Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-03-06 at 08:46

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