Alternative Prayer Poem by Phil Soar

Alternative Prayer



My Lord, you are my shepherd,
I shall not leave the flock,
I dressed myself this morning
But couldn't find my sock,
I couldn't find my underpants,
So had to go without,
But remembered I'd a hankie
And turned it inside out,
I tied it like a nappy,
And wore it on my bot,
And later on my skid marks
Were mixed up with my snot,
It's not a pretty sight Oh Lord,
And I blame you for this,
I really think you've sh*t on me,
And often take the p*ss,
You can reach me on this number,
I'm lying in the Crypt,
My life is an unfinished film,
And you haven't read the script.

Monday, July 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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