For if a preest be be foul, on whom we truste, No wonder is a lewed man to ruste
-Chaucer, General Prologue, 501-502
If the Faith is a lie, then let it lie Let’s not make it up as we go along Waving a fashionably duct-taped book about And chanting “This is all you need!”
Because some millionaire has told us to Nor yet the famous ‘blogging priest who boasts And posts photographs of his gourmet meals While begging money for his many trips
If the Faith is a lie, then let it be But it isn’t – and neither, please God, are we
(No armpit-drying during Mass, please.)
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.