(AN ODE TO THE POPE)
Pensive with sadness whilst reading the news
Only despair-no progress to muse
Then suddenly it hit me, now I feel I can cope
Our saviour, the Lord, dressed as a Pope.
An atheist I am but respect people’s right
To follow religion, I know they don’t bite
I draw the line at their hierarchy
Pompous papal patriarchy.
I mitre wear a hat, then again, I mighter not
Decision of the day if a pope is your lot
He lives with wealth in the Vatican
Gets all the publicity that he can.
Zimmer and viagara and a tendency to leak
Christ, he’s quite old, in fact an antique
Won’t be so long before he’s gone as well
What’s the difference? -no-one can tell.
Priests gathered round, discussed and then picked
A successor to that bloke Ben ‘e dicked
Frank is a freak with a flared furry nose
Francis of Ass-is-he, the name by which he goes.
Looks like Jim Bowen after a night on the ale
“Just look what you could have won” he does regale
Likes a bit of “bully” when it gets late
A massive spliff – super, smashing, great.
It’s just pot pourri.
©Garry Croft March 2013