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Llewellyn Jones
by Dave FitzgeraldWe had a butcher who was also a priest.
His name was Llewellyn Jones.
On Sundays he served the eucharist,
Monday to Thursday, meat off the bones.
He'd bless water and your house,
Like other men of the cloth,
But he'd also bless your chicken soup
And call it Holy Broth. 02/12/2007
Author's Note: But don't forget. Friday is fish day ;)
Posted on 02/12/2007
Copyright © 2024 Dave Fitzgerald
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Peter Humphreys on 02/12/07 at 11:12 AM Cheers, Dave. But how did the veggies get on with him?! Keep writing, mate. |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 02/12/07 at 01:45 PM beautifully ironic, yet wouldn't Llewellyn typically be protestant? Nice work. Cheers G. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/12/07 at 04:23 PM Clever, very amusing read! Thank you. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/13/07 at 03:07 AM I am glad you write with a sense of humor Dave...Charlie |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 02/13/07 at 08:24 AM lol..lol...lol...;-) |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/13/07 at 02:49 PM Your poems never cease to crack me up; no small feat :-) |
| Posted by James Zealy on 02/20/07 at 06:52 PM Faith with a humorous twist, I like this. |
| Posted by Gregory R Schelske on 04/30/11 at 10:05 AM Sheesh, Dave...why didn't I find this sooner? i love it. This one could've been lifted right off of Silverstein's own pages. (maybe it was, hmmmm?!?) |
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