A Poem From The Pastor

I hope you like this poem from the newly retired Pastor:

I met a young lady from Ireland.
To call her a beauty is wrong,
But she once gripped my throat very tightly
And insisted I write her a song!

She was almost completely flat-chested,
Her backside drooped over her thighs.
Her complexion was pitted and flakey,
With dark shadows under her eyes.

But the charm of the lass was mysterious!
I gazed, fast becoming delirious!
She soon won my heart -
What could keep us apart?
I was sure this was getting too serious!

Her voice was amazingly raucous.
I heard her say, "Catch yourself on!"
But although I was trying to fight it,
I was going - and going - and gone!

It's impossible now to describe it,
As part of me wanted to run;
But a part of me wanted to linger;
And having remained - I was done! Quite done!

Oh, the charm of the lass was mysterious!
I gazed, fast becoming delirious!
She soon won my heart - What could keep us apart?
I was sure this was getting too serious!

"Stop the story!" you cry; "Now don't weary us!"

18/03/2011