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The Church and the Pub:                                                 I.                  No One was Before the Blessed Sacrament       Between the Hours of 8:00-9:20, 10:20-11:45, & 1:10-1:50                                  -the parish bulletin And yet we are always before something: A pint of beer, a tv football match A darts game where the plastic feathers fly Miss Swivelly-Hips in her kinky-boots But still, the small red lamp alone in the dark Shines on for us, for Miss Swivelly too Throughout the careless hours when we neglect Duty for the fellowship of the pub “No one was before the Blessed Sacrament…” And yet we are always before something                                                   II.             “No One was Here for the Weekly Darts Tournament”                            -the old geezer in the corner And yet there is much to be said for the pub: A pint of beer, a tv football match A darts game where the plastic feathers fly Miss Swivelly-Hips – but we have mentioned her That fluorescent beer ad’s a kind of red The old geezer’s cheeks shine, especially when Miss Swivelley-Hips flirts him for a beer There is an honest joy in fellowship “No one was here for the darts tournament” (Maybe they were before the Sacrament?)
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
The Blessed Sacrament, a Beer, and Miss Swivelly Hips
The Church and the Pub:                                                 I.                  No One was Before the Blessed Sacrament       Between the Hours of 8:00-9:20, 10:20-11:45, & 1:10-1:50                                  -the parish bulletin And yet we are always before something: A pint of beer, a tv football match A darts game where the plastic feathers fly Miss Swivelly-Hips in her kinky-boots But still, the small red lamp alone in the dark Shines on for us, for Miss Swivelly too Throughout the careless hours when we neglect Duty for the fellowship of the pub “No one was before the Blessed Sacrament…” And yet we are always before something                                                   II.             “No One was Here for the Weekly Darts Tournament”                            -the old geezer in the corner And yet there is much to be said for the pub: A pint of beer, a tv football match A darts game where the plastic feathers fly Miss Swivelly-Hips – but we have mentioned her That fluorescent beer ad’s a kind of red The old geezer’s cheeks shine, especially when Miss Swivelley-Hips flirts him for a beer There is an honest joy in fellowship “No one was here for the darts tournament” (Maybe they were before the Sacrament?)
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel. Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: THE ROAD TO MAGDALENA, PALEO-HIPPIES AT WORK AND PLAY, LADY WITH A DEAD TURTLE, DON’T FORGET YOUR SHOES AND GRAPES, COFFEE AND A DEAD ALLIGATOR TO GO, and DISPATCHES FROM THE COLONIAL OFFICE.
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
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