Father BMW (poem)
3rd and Callowhill
June 13, 2006
9:35 AM
Father BMW
Who starched your collar this morning
Pure as the host
Bless’d be thou
The flock that footed the bill
For your shiny black
You could see from the street
In the set of his face
Serene
A clear, clear conscience
And his car, so clean
That all was well
It’s you and I, out here, who might be headed to Hell
June 13, 2006
9:35 AM
Father BMW
Who starched your collar this morning
Pure as the host
Bless’d be thou
The flock that footed the bill
For your shiny black
You could see from the street
In the set of his face
Serene
A clear, clear conscience
And his car, so clean
That all was well
It’s you and I, out here, who might be headed to Hell
posted by Bob_Lem at 11:28 AM
1 Comments:
Oy! Yes, some of us Catholics do have a problem with that sort of thing . . . . I remember those black Caddies parked in the schoolyard.
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