I went to a church
Not confident one bit
About appropriate places
For me to sit.
Then a stormtrooper came
And yelled “pew, pew, pew!”
I am so very grateful
That now I know what to do!
Tag Archives: Church
The Day I Was Smote
I go to church
Once every year
Just to make sure
Of Hell I’m clear.
As I was sitting
On the pew
I suffered pain
And yelled “ow-oo!”
Good sir, you have a hymnia,
A very painful affliction.
It’s very like a hernia
But with better tone and diction.
Filed under Poems
Old-Time Religion
There is something inherently scary
About playing an organ late at night.
Might be Hollywood cliche,
But it still causes some fright.
There’s nothing scary at all
About a piano at midday.
It’s just one of those things
You don’t care about either way.
An accordion is happy
Anytime at all.
That’s why I go to an accordion church
That just happens to be at the mall.
Filed under Poems
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