REVEREND HARBOTTLE
The queen's mum's priest,A great man I new.
Unfortunately deceased,
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
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Written on 2022-03-06 at 08:46
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