Posted by Ahem on May 17, 2001 at 03:48:23:
In Reply to: Or this..... posted by Ahem on May 17, 2001 at 03:44:57:
I never see my pastor's eyes,
He hides their light divine.
For when he prays he closes his
And when he preaches, mine.
Here lies the body of Jonathan Pease
Beneath the sod, beneath the trees.
Pease is not here, only his pod.
Pease has shelled out and gone to God.
One cold day in last October when I was far from sober And carrying a load with manly pride. My
feet began to stutter so I laid down in the gutter And a pig came by and laid right by my side.
So I warbled, "Tis fair weather when good fellows get together. When a lady passing by was heard
to say, "You can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses." And the pig got up and
quickly walked away.
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