K.I.S.S. Poem by James Hart

Just preached a sermon in Church
Have preached a thousand before
But never before felt such a lurch
Away from my vow of one not four.

Could beat my head with a birch
But not hard enough might break
Have a distinct and persistent urge
To preach said sermon again

And to follow these rules again
‘Keep It Simple Stupid’ no brain
Can think of no better refrain
‘Keep It Simple Stupid’ pea brain

‘Keep It Simple Stupid’
Simpler still?
Yes, just remember
The magic word is KISS.