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A teacher I adored and loved,
was seen last evening, when he shoved
illegally and with much force,
an object into a big horse.
The horse objected, he persisted
the man was fat and pudgy-fisted.
They called the cops for an arrest.
The man explained that he had blessed
this animal, to meet his god,
what struck the coppers as too odd.
But then, to end the whole confusion
and your's, dear readers' weird conclusion,
the priest poured wine into the horse.
Well then it dawned on them, of course.
Horsing around with any beast -
the privilege for any priest.
Herbert Nehrlich
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