"gabriele" poems
The Daily Mail, UK and Herald Sun (Australia) report on how Father Gabriele Amroth of the Vatican teaches that yoga and Harry Potter and the ‘oriental religions’ are the works of the Devil...the following poem expresses my outrage at such stupidity and parochialism that still exists amongst some groups of Europeans even today in their relations with the East.
song of Father Gabriele Amorth
O yoga yoga
baby baby
sings Father Gabriele Amorth
in the Italian town of Terni
O yoga yoga
no go no go
to yoga yoga
baby baby
all you innocents
and pure
all blessed
and destined for Heaven
no go to yoga yoga
yoga yoga
yogurt is fine
sugar in your yogurt is fine
strawberry and apple
in your yogurt is fine
so eat eat your
yogurt yogurt yogurt
but yoga yoga
O yoga yoga
no go no go no go baby
baby baby
sings Father Gabriele Amorth
in the Italian town of Terni
and also no go to Harry Potter
baby baby baby
no go no go
no go to yoga no to yoga
and no go no go
to Harry Potter
baby baby baby
now say after me:
*yoga yoga yoga
baa baa baa
bad bad bad*
and say after me:
*Harry Potter Harry Potter
moo moo moo
bad bad bad*
O baby baby baby
at our next conference
I’ll teach you
how the Dragon is bad
and how the Chinese got it all wrong
all these centuries
with their Chinese Dragon, Dragon, Dragon
but that’s for next time
next time next time
baby baby baby
for now just repeat after me
your most reverend
Father Gabriele Amorth
in the Italian town of Terni:
*O yoga yoga
no go no go
to yoga yoga
baby baby*
And say after me
all ye faithful
all ye blessed:
*Harry Potter Harry Potter
moo moo moo
bad bad bad*
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 10:38 PM UTC
28 years and 60 odd days
Still no signs of my soulmate
What s taking him so long I wonder
Is he stuck or did he find someone better
Ambitions kept me busy and awake
I forgot to sleep, dream about him and the wedding cake
Now I wonder if those fairy tales were real
Whats her name who he s with now? Gabriele?
Those frogs I met and left made me long more
For the prince who exists or not I am still not sure
Should I retire from the thoughts this ridiculous?
Frogs, prince, kisses and more candy floss
As kitschish as it sounds
The romantic in me still doesnt want to come back to the ground
**** those books my dad read to me as a kid
More harms than good they did
28 years and 60 odd days later
Those books still think they matter
For they stand in my shelf laughing at my hopes
"Catch the right bus this time", the romantic's silliness grows
Romeo might have taken a detour
My heart breaks on this day of a crabby winter
Kiss more frogs i will
She can keep you, that Gabriele
As strangers we ll stay
Those books can pry and pray
I pack those books, the dirt makes me cough
Now tell me my dear books, who is having the last laugh?
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC