DAFFODILS
I saw Christ nailed to a tree
In an East London churchyard
Weather-beaten from looking,
While the adjacent graveyard
Played host to a thousand
Sloping stone soldiers.
There, daffodils bunched together
And it made me wonder
Why the graveyard should display
Such a profusion of yellow
When the churchyard itself
Was barren of colour
a poem in five minutes; yeah, I know, it shows!
FIVE MINUTE POEM
The Holy Spirit uni-sexed
And Christ cross-dressed
The liturgical variations are endless
Perhaps Mary sporting a head-dress?
Bring back sin
Masturbation is in – again
Not that it was ever really out
It’s just that people don’t like to flout
Their little peccadilloes ad nauseam
Otherwise we could surely expect a wanking symposium.
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