Seven priests walk into a bar in Cardiff and are refused entry because the doorman thought they were taking the pi- Well, that they were in fancy dress and out on a stag night.

Seventh Heaven.

A newly anointed priest is just cause for Fatherly celebration,
So to the City Arms seven priests trooped, in search of libation,
But the doorman wouldn’t let them in,
‘We don’t do stag dos at this here Inn.’

But the Lord- Landlord- stepped in and saith ‘but priests they are,’
And after a toast to the host- mein host treated the padres a free jar,
Each one showered the sheepish doorman with a blessing,
Or rather, since I know no Latin, that’s what I’m guessing.

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