Ohh now, I dunno....
Reading about church music and its history
It seems congregations didn't actually SING
Until about the 1500's or so!
They HEARD their Service, Mass, or whatever
That don't mean they actually took any part in it!
And did they know what was going on anyway
With all that Latin stuff?
It may have sounded fancy and eloquent
But what's the use
If no-one could understand
A dicky-bird of it?!
Now, c'mon, all sing my hymn-poems!
The alternative is ghastly...
Why, I will sing them to ya myself!
Here's a sample......
Mmeeooowwwooo!!
Wot's that? You thought it was
Two cats fighting??
Erm, well, lots of people can't tell the difference
And with a sherry or three, it'll be:
"All shings brightish and bootyful"
Ssshhh! Don't sing it too loud
I'm nodding off now!
Now I know you'd rather choose
Watching a week of 'Neighbours'
Or summat equally horrific
That Orchi
He dunno about iambic wotsits
Nor professional poetics
He dunno about descants - only decanters, full ones!
He just writes any old stuff
But now - to finish -
How did this one get into me 'hymn-book'?!
Will he be excomm-wotsit-ated?!
Chucked out of church, in other words
Tee Hee Hee
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Author:
orchidee (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A fun write - probably not in any metre!
- Category: Humor
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Love it (hic) the communion wine goes down much better with an interesting read.
Thanks b-e.
It had to happen sometime Orchi when you went into your sherry soaked waffling vein. I suppose we will start getting poems about porkies before very long.
Thanks G/F. heehee.
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