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Nonsense to Help Me Sleep

In a land of 93 people

lived a preacher and a nun

In a church without a steeple

they professed to 91

 

The sermon was quite boring

so seven found the door

They left amidst the snoring

leaving only 84

 

The nun looked to the altar

and the scary hanging Jew

Twice 11 faltered

and that left 62

 

But the preacher kept on talking

and he didn't skip a line

Then 13 more were walking

leaving only 49

 

The nun began to worry

as she saw the empty pews

They were leaving in a hurry

by sixes, fours, and twos

 

A dozen minutes later

they were in the church alone

The ****** masterbater

and his faithful penguin drone

 

"So what are we supposed to do?"

the preacher asked the nun

They started out with 92

(or was it 91?)

 

To be honest it was 93

including priest and nun

You'd think that I would know this

as I wrote it in line 1

 

But the time is getting very late

perhaps I now can sleep

These lines are not so very great

and not so very deep

 

But they served my shallow purpose

as my eyes begin to close

And since nothing rhymes with purpose

I believe it's time to go

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patrick-mcfarland
American
Published
Jan 27, 2014
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