Church bells ringing.
Church choir singing.
Vicar drunk.
His breath of single malt whiskey stunk.
More tea vicar.
No tea slurred the vicar, i need more strong liquor.
Church bells stopped ringing.
Church choir stopped singing.
Vicar in the pulpit asleep.
His boss in the heavens does weep.
-
Author:
Wallace (
Offline) - Published: November 19th, 2017 23:11
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.