Sing Soprano Like They're Sniffing
A venerated halibut consecrated mass
After mass of shellfish and octopi
Whose pious hope was doomed, alas,
At the thought of Friday's fish-fry
The censer was not hotter than the sun's hot core
Yet smelled more pungent than a priestly fart
When friars gather by the door
In their rush to get art
| Contributors: | Apsley, erie, Beefy, Grayman. |
| Poem finished: | 1st June 2004 by Beefy. |