A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Twas on a Tuesday morning
The vicar came to call.
He said, "My child, I've noticed,
You don't go to church, at all."
"Well, the way I see it father,
He must be very busy,
Requests, shout-outs, and favours
Must leave him in a tizzy."
"I've considerately decided,
And it isn't on a whim,
If God himself leaves me alone,
Then I'll not bother Him."
"I'll try to help my neighbour,
And do the best I can,
But religion's not my forte,
I am just a kind old man."