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In Ireland it looks like blasphemy is being taken off the books. That’s the latest word.

A Touch Of The Blarney.

In Ireland the Church has long held sway,
It’s been ”listen to Father’ for forever and a day,
Eternally, paternally told to watch what you say,
To blaspheme means you’ve Hell to pay.

Or at least a spell in Purgatory.

But now it’s influence is on the wane,
Soon it will not be a crime to profane,
Though many Fathers will dogmatically remain
Convinced it’s a sin to take Gods name in vain,

And to say so deserves a stint in the reformatory.

Father McEvedy kneels in despair,
He’s been praying hard to Him up There,
But his cassock and faith are getting threadbare;
Christ, what happened to the power of prayer?

Perhaps He’s deaf to old fashioned oratory?

Soon, I swear, you’ll be able to say your piece
And not be forced to confess to the priest and police,
When a quiet oath is not heard as a breach of the peace;
In Ireland, miracles and wonders will never cease.
 
If you believe the old old story.

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Read a witty blog on toilet humor, and something moved me. (Thanks, Kunal Thakore, and his blog Random Rants Ruminations Ramblings.)

Ruminations From A Little Room.

There are times, times when Nature calls
When on the verge but the urge stalls;
After arriving white-knuckled,
Zipping down, belt unbuckled,
Then taking your seat with indecent haste
You find yourself sat, with time to waste.

What a tedious place to be confined,
In a silent cubicle, in a bind.

But no poet minds being ‘unavoidably detained,’
Sitting, pondering, mind wandering unrestrained,
I refuse to sit idly by,
I’ve pen and paper, triple ply…
Now my tale is told, and in reasonable rhyme,
A half-decent job, given the constraints of time.

It’s a bit slap-dash, it won’t win any poetry prize
But this gutsy effort still brings tears to my eyes.

(This is as close to the edge of bad taste as I tread. And who wants to tread any deeper?)

Little Willie poems piqued my interest again. Dark humour, grim grimaces, eye and stomach rolling four-liners.

Dropping The Act.

Did high-wire Little Willie live to regret
His ill-practiced half pike with a twist?
He should’ve had a little bigger safety net;
Brittle Little Willie will be sadly missed.

White Knuckled Little Willie.

Little Willie went into the freezer box,
Its door contained no interior locks,
Now every new kitchen hand who goes in
And sees Little Willie is left chilled and frozen.

Six word book summaries… I got bored…

Alice Through The Looking Glass- Alice falls down, goes to Crazytown.

The Silence Of The Lambs- Hannibal tells Clarice a gristly story.

Moby Dick- Footloose old salt trails whale tail.

The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon- Lost girl nightmare. Tough to bear.

The Bible- Big Fellers big seller. Popular Fiction.