The pin and hymnal numbers read.
The widow's playing footsie. Grief!
Inherited her husbands bread,
the budget makes the service brief.
Deceased: a blind man, bet on black,
dreaming blithely of business trips.
Brought on a fatal heart attack.
His balance lost, and all his chips.
Sepulchre-scrutiny: his thighs
made tender by coins pocket size,
so mark the monarch on his sockets,
the grubby shrapnel from his pockets.
And murmuring the first refrain,
Saviour Again To Thy Dear Name
We Raise, the congregation’s shame
is blanketed, the blonde’s to blame.
Denunciatory hisses, how
she’s charcoal clad, no nervous wreck.
I can’t believe the lousy cow
just gave her watch another check.
Sepulchre-scrutiny: his heart
was ruptured by his wife’s small change.
Yet if they’d scratched his shirt apart?
Three cherries for a prize exchange.
The widow's playing footsie. Grief!
Inherited her husbands bread,
the budget makes the service brief.
Deceased: a blind man, bet on black,
dreaming blithely of business trips.
Brought on a fatal heart attack.
His balance lost, and all his chips.
Sepulchre-scrutiny: his thighs
made tender by coins pocket size,
so mark the monarch on his sockets,
the grubby shrapnel from his pockets.
And murmuring the first refrain,
Saviour Again To Thy Dear Name
We Raise, the congregation’s shame
is blanketed, the blonde’s to blame.
Denunciatory hisses, how
she’s charcoal clad, no nervous wreck.
I can’t believe the lousy cow
just gave her watch another check.
Sepulchre-scrutiny: his heart
was ruptured by his wife’s small change.
Yet if they’d scratched his shirt apart?
Three cherries for a prize exchange.