Posted on 14th Sep 2021
Religion 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."
Posted on 29th Jul 2021
I don't go to church on Sundays,
I like to think God needs a rest,
I'd ring for a chat sometime, Mondays,
But, don't want him to think I'm a pest.
Posted on 25th Nov 2020
The Church First appearance, One November Cried a bit But don't remember. Second time A lovely sight Never seen her Dressed in white. Last time there The incense curled Couldn't smell it Dead to the world. I may be having an interesting discussion with St. Peter as to whether three times counts as regular attendance!