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Re: Pleasure Poetry Posters no.1

Was he not Al?

Well....he said I could "Call him Al"

[Poetic Peter]

Re: Pleasure Poetry Posters no.1

How could he possibly refuse your request?

Im-possible!

[Father Maurice Lester]

Re: Pleasure Poetry Posters no.1

Isn't Butch Wax what many of our Catholic Nuns do before a week off at the beach?




Fidel isn't dead e's just sleeping
This Presisdent is dead I tell you, dead!
No, e's just restin'
Indeed not, he is dead. Stone cold dead.
Remarkable man Fidel, idn't ay?
And he is dead, deceased, not of the living!
Ow no, 'e's just stunned, like Pastor Al.






Bless you, my easily misguided sycophants
Father Mo

[Poetic Peter]

Re: Pleasure Poetry Posters no.1

Isn't Butch Wax what many of our Catholic Nuns do before a week off at the beach?




Fidel isn't dead e's just sleeping
This Presisdent is dead I tell you, dead!
No, e's just restin'
Indeed not, he is dead. Stone cold dead.
Remarkable man Fidel, idn't ay?
And he is dead, deceased, not of the living!
Ow no, 'e's just stunned, like Pastor Al.






Bless you, my easily misguided sycophants
Father Mo

Why am I not surprised that you speak in cock-ney?



(good poem, all except for the blasphemy, ill meter and poor rhyme and
general execution, ((I joke))

((because they haven't hung you yet))


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__________FLASH______________
CASTRO IS not yet DEAD

Someone please ask John Smith's "Raul" for the latest update.

I just bet John is in Habana in a cosy pink cabana
Rum and Coca-Cola....he and Fidel's brother=tight!

[Father Maurice Lester]

Re: Pleasure Poetry Posters no.1

Ode to a huckster


Il Presidente has purchased the farm
Or at least we are told this by Pistle
That for all of his quaint Latin charm
Fidel's blown his last servant whistle

In Miami they'll dance in the street
Should this news and their ears ever meet
But methinks it's a lie
Told by the big guy
From his getaway island retreat

For Al puts the dupe in duplicious
While his flock, not too bright, ain't suspicious
They lap up his spew
'cause between them there's few
Enough braincells to tell fact from wishes.






Bless you, my future RICO defendants
Father Mo

[Poetic Peter]

Re: Pleasure Poetry Posters no.1

Disregarding the content,
I remind (myself too) to -recite every doggerel verse in advance of posting-
because it's likely to be needlessly rough. Plus, comic points are lost.
See the "E", for instance


Il Presidente has purchased the farm
--so we are told by an early E Pistle,
that for all of his overblown Latinate charm,
Fidel's gone and blown his wax moustasche whistle.

In Miami they'll rhumba a beat in the street
when the news and the air and their tympanums meet.
But methinks it is yet just another lie
run up a greased pole by the dictator guy
from his getaway island retreat.

Yes, Al puts the dope into duplicious
to his flock of the shorn Baptist lambs un suspicious.
They bleat for his spew
for between them there are few
brains divining his fishhooks from fishes.

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Oh, of course the final proposed line does not tie in to anything, I know.
But it makes more sense than all that (arrgh!)
incomprehensible disrespect against OUR PASTOR.

All thanks to your poem, Father.

Jesus weeps.

[Poetic Peter]

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Proving moreover, just how bad -my edits are- when not revised many times over time,

here's another try, Father.
It won't be right, but it'll be better.
And it's just one way of thousands by which you
can continue to p.o. our chief pastor and live, although I don't know how the hell you getawaywithit.

Father Mo's poem, slightly less awful, or not:




Il Presidente has purchased the farm;
so we are told by an early E Pistle,
that despite his overblown Latinate charm
Fidel has tooted his last wax lips whistle.

In Miami they'll rhumba
a beat in the street
when the news and the air
and their tympanums meet.

Now I think
it's all just another lie
run up a greased pole by the dictator guy
from his getaway Freehold retreat.

Yes,
Al plants legal dope in duplicious
for his flock of shorn lambs unsuspicious.
They bleat for his stew
for between them there are few
brains divining his crocks from knishes.*


*again, a nonsequitur--in keeping with the entire tommyrot.

Op Ed:

Mein Gott, Father! How can you descend so low into woofy verses?
Are you trying to emulate me? In one sense, that'd be an improvement;
you would no longer be kissing the pope's 6666ring.


Cheers Father.
Your salvation's in sight when you redress and defrock for Jesus

and apologize for dishonoring our AL!!!!

[Pastor Ezekiel]

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... Did you just call our beloved Pastor Pistle a jew dope pusher? Buster, you are about to get in deep doo doo with the Lord.

[eliot mayfield]

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... Did you just call our beloved Pastor Pistle a jew dope pusher? Buster, you are about to get in deep doo doo with the Lord.

Pastor Zeke, this poet stuff is causing father Mo to lose control.
Calling Pastor Pistle a dope dealer is too much indeed!

[Poetic Peter]

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... Did you just call our beloved Pastor Pistle a jew dope pusher? Buster, you are about to get in deep doo doo with the Lord.

Pastor Zeke, this poet stuff is causing father Mo to lose control.
Calling Pastor Pistle a dope dealer is too much indeed!

Pater 'Mo sure is calling Pastor Al a pusher.
In re-editing his (sic) poem that message of Mo's becomes clearer and clearer.

Edit no.3

Ode to a Huckster
by Father Maurice Lester,
disingenuous DVM

El Jefe' has purchased the farm,
or so it is said by an early E Pistle,
that despite Fidel's overblown Latinate charm,
he has has tooted his last wax lip whistle.

In Miami they'll rhumba
a beat in the street
when the news and the air
and their tympanums meet.

Now I think
it's all just another lie
run up a greased pole by that dictator guy
from his getaway Freehold retreat.

Yes,
Al is the dope in duplicious
to his flock of shorn lambs, unsuspicious.
They bleat for his crap
between their sheep naps.
Al loads their pipe dreams with crack wishes.







Mo I am dismayed.

Peter

[Pastor Al E Pistle]

Re: Pleasure Poetry Posters no.1

How dare that old homer
paste up such a horror!
He cannot be talking 'bout ME!

He must have been tippling
a jug of cheap risling
with the yellow fish crackers
they eat.

I hope, when he reaches
for those nasty wafers
(he picks them up
out in the yard)

The Cardinal walks in
and during the bend
Mo is hoist up
on his own petard.

[Poetic Peter]

Re: Pleasure Poetry Posters no.1

How dare that old homer
paste up such a horror!
He cannot be talking 'bout ME!

He must have been tippling
a jug of cheap risling
with the yellow fish crackers
they eat.

I hope, when he reaches
for those nasty wafers
(he picks them up
out in the yard)

The Cardinal walks in
and during the bend
Mo is hoist up
on his own petard.

Onward Christian Soldier!


Pastor Al at Open Mick Poetry Night

where we "operate" on Irish Cathalitics
and Whopper papal bullers too.

GREAT POEM
Pastor Al, you've demonstrated once again why you are our leader.

Jesus smiles and lights a Lucky,
relaxed for your stabilizing presence here.

[Brother Temperance]

Re: Pleasure Poetry Posters no.1

Pater 'Mo sure is calling Pastor Al a pusher.
In re-editing his (sic) poem that message of Mo's becomes clearer and clearer.

Edit no.3

Ode to a Huckster
by Father Maurice Lester,
disingenuous DVM

El Jefe' has purchased the farm,
or so it is said by an early E Pistle,
that despite Fidel's overblown Latinate charm,
he has has tooted his last wax lip whistle.

In Miami they'll rhumba
a beat in the street
when the news and the air
and their tympanums meet.

Now I think
it's all just another lie
run up a greased pole by that dictator guy
from his getaway Freehold retreat.

Yes,
Al is the dope in duplicious
to his flock of shorn lambs, unsuspicious.
They bleat for his crap
between their sheep naps.
Al loads their pipe dreams with crack wishes.







Mo I am dismayed.

Peter

Utterly shocking and intolerable. Even by Papist standards, this is low. Father Mo, I challenge you to explain what demon possessed you to write the above "poem."

[Father Maurice Lester]

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Utterly shocking and intolerable. Even by Papist standards, this is low. Father Mo, I challenge you to explain what demon possessed you to write the above "poem."

My child,

Lo' these many years here I have come to understand that you are a few Ounces shy of a pint. The dribble you refer to is the aimless meandering of a fellow rutabaga. (Please note the excellent date/FZ reference)

I never suggested The Rev. Al pushed dope...I said he pushed dopes...as in gullible tools of Satan like...say...you!


As for my inspiration...I get it from His Holiness The Pope!


Mostly cadence.


He did nicely on his trip to Turkey by the way.



Bless you, my maker of fries
Father Mo

[Poetic Peter]

how to make a "found poem"

My child,

Lo' these many years here I have come to understand that you are a few Ounces shy of a pint. The dribble you refer to is the aimless meandering of a fellow rutabaga. (Please note the excellent date/FZ reference)

I never suggested The Rev. Al pushed dope...I said he pushed dopes...as in gullible tools of Satan like...say...you!


As for my inspiration...I get it from His Holiness The Pope!


Mostly cadence.


He did nicely on his trip to Turkey by the way.



Bless you, my maker of fries
Father Mo

What he really said:


My child,
Lo' these many years
here I understand
you are aimless, fellow

rutabaga. I
suggested
Rev. Al pushed dope.

I said he pushed dope
gullible tools of Satan inspiration.

I get His Holiness
The Pope!

He did Turkey by the way.

My maker fries.


_________________

Homily on the essential truth of found poetry:


Father Mo puts truth to code-
enigma variations. We strip
the fat, and this is that:
the pope's nose*
ends a chicken.



*dinner table term for a plucked chicken's butt