Three Preachers
A Priest and a Rabbi walk into a bar...
Leaving the poor Reverend, alone to park the car
As they grab a table, and order their first beer...
There comes a certain lady, painted from ear to ear.
Her bust in overflow, her melons to soon pop free...
She asks in lazy, southern drawl, "Would you care to dance with me?"
Leaving the poor Reverend, alone to park the car
As they grab a table, and order their first beer...
There comes a certain lady, painted from ear to ear.
Her bust in overflow, her melons to soon pop free...
She asks in lazy, southern drawl, "Would you care to dance with me?"
The Priest and the Rabbi, both in silence sit...
Leaving the poor Reverend, to defend with Holy Writ.
"Tis written in the Book", says he, "to lustful sin avoid"...
"Oh, not again", she thundered loud, with askance glance, annoyed.
"Oh, Reverend, Oh Reverend, don't think this is a test".
"For the silent Priest and Rabbi here, were my last week's guests"!!
Marcus Lewis
Written in response to a forum post by BDIsernhagen
(A Funny Little Challenge)
6/12/09
Leaving the poor Reverend, to defend with Holy Writ.
"Tis written in the Book", says he, "to lustful sin avoid"...
"Oh, not again", she thundered loud, with askance glance, annoyed.
"Oh, Reverend, Oh Reverend, don't think this is a test".
"For the silent Priest and Rabbi here, were my last week's guests"!!
Marcus Lewis
Written in response to a forum post by BDIsernhagen
(A Funny Little Challenge)
6/12/09
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