“Little Miss Muffet decided to rough it
in a cabin old and medieval.
A rounder espied her and plied her with cider
And now she’s the forest’s prime evil.”
– Irvin S. Cobb
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King David and King Solomon
Lived merry, merry lives
With many, many lady friends
And many, many wives;
But when old age crept onward,
With all its many qualms,
King Solomon wrote Proverbs
And King David wrote Psalms.
– Irvin S. Cobb
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(hey the Pope and bishops have one why not the priest) sung to the Tune of the Theme of Shaft
Who’s the black robed chap
who takes everyones crap?
Abouna
You’re damn right
Who is the man
that would risk his neck for his brother man?
Abouna!
Can ya dig it?
Who’s the cat that won’t cop out
when there’s protesting Egys’ all about
Abouna
Right on
You see this cat Abouna is a bad mother–
Shut your mouth
But I’m talkin’ about Bouna
Then we can dig it
He’s a complicated man
but no one understands him but his tasoni
– submitted by mrm
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Not So Spiritual Words 