001 Witnessing Poem by George Hunter

There was a young Miss from Sanger
Who was a bible-banger.
She went door to door
Prolselytizing the poor
And fighting her pent up anger.

Said, although I am a Witness
This crap is for the witless
I don't believe any more
And I'm tired to the core.
This job is for the titless.

She said to her girlfriends, many
We haven't been getting any.
Instead of harassing the masses
Let's all peddle our asses
And save up every penny.

So the girls all gathered around
And covered the whole damn town.
Still went door to door
But hoping to score
And didn't even slow down.

Preacher never caught their bluff
Thought they did well enough
It was no surprise
He didn't realize
They were going around in the buff.

That really made my day
And this I have to say
They did real good
In my neighborhood
And they never made me pay.