In a land of 93 people
lived a preacher and a nun
In a church without a steeple
they professed to 91
The sermon was quite boring
so seven found the door
They left amidst the snoring
leaving only 84
The nun looked to the altar
and the scary hanging Jew
Twice 11 faltered
and that left 62
But the preacher kept on talking
and he didn't skip a line
Then 13 more were walking
leaving only 49
The nun began to worry
as she saw the empty pews
They were leaving in a hurry
by sixes, fours, and twos
A dozen minutes later
they were in the church alone
The anti-masterbater
and his faithful penguin clone
"So what are we supposed to do?"
the preacher asked the nun
They started out with 92
(or was it 91?)
To be honest it was 93
including priest and nun
You'd think that I would know this
as I wrote it in line 1
But the time is getting very late
perhaps I now can sleep
These lines are not so very great
and not so very deep
But they served my shallow purpose
as my eyes begin to close
And since nothing rhymes with purpose
I believe it's time to go.
In a church without a steeple
they professed to 91
The sermon was quite boring
so seven found the door
They left amidst the snoring
leaving only 84
The nun looked to the altar
and the scary hanging Jew
Twice 11 faltered
and that left 62
But the preacher kept on talking
and he didn't skip a line
Then 13 more were walking
leaving only 49
The nun began to worry
as she saw the empty pews
They were leaving in a hurry
by sixes, fours, and twos
A dozen minutes later
they were in the church alone
The anti-masterbater
and his faithful penguin clone
"So what are we supposed to do?"
the preacher asked the nun
They started out with 92
(or was it 91?)
To be honest it was 93
including priest and nun
You'd think that I would know this
as I wrote it in line 1
But the time is getting very late
perhaps I now can sleep
These lines are not so very great
and not so very deep
But they served my shallow purpose
as my eyes begin to close
And since nothing rhymes with purpose
I believe it's time to go.
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Author:
Coyote (
Offline) - Published: August 17th, 2021 11:04
- Comment from author about the poem: I literally started scribble lines when I couldn't sleep and this is what came of it. Hope you enjoy.
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Comments7
I would have cheated and tried to convince everyone that turquoise rhymes with purpose.
What an excellent nonsense piece and quite obviously fit for purpose of sending u back for slumber.
I enjoyed this a lot.
A very enjoyable read
Hi from me Coyote your rhythm came through well - what a flowing piece of rhyming and with such a tale to tell - am still hearing that fine metre and your wit's on form again.......... hope sleep came soon and gave you dreams of how this ditty ends - - - - loved all the read.
Mate if that's your mind wondering before bed it's pretty effing awesome! Great fun poem
Mate if that's your mind wondering before bed it's pretty effing awesome! Great fun poem
Didn’t have much choice, really did you, C?
You can’t count sheep backwards – it’s against the laws of sheep physics…..or something..
But your attempt to sidestep your bible project by making the issue more local won’t wash with me…washing - that’s It; could try counting the socks to make sure you have an even number..as you take them OFF the line..
Great driving rhyme and rhythm ensures my full attention..and the maths. Thanks.
It actually happens in many churches, you words are so fit for purpose.
Andy
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