Crashing into the Godmobil!

Father Fox was very nice man till you touched the buggers tail!
sanctimonious crabbit old cunt when i asked him to stand my bail!
I,d sat inside a tractor Tyre and my mate,Dugald!aimed me down!
i nearly died as i raced and tumbled straight towards downtown!
I rolled past the rail lines which were busy and fast and deadly!
Folding aghast suddenly,my spine hit the frosty cast iron German delivery!
Father Fox,s wee Volkswagen,just new payed for someones confessions!
Did,nt stop his frock being bogging as he got sprayed in the collision.
I did not hang about to receive his well known wrath of God!
And i had to hide till Monday!and i blamed it on a prod!
It was just an observation.Dugald was a prod!in a catholic class!
Just a thought,If! Fox sentenced this lad!how long would his penance last?
So,i went to the fox for confession he told me i was forgetting his wagon!
Don,t throw that at me father!the impression i left is nothing to my rebellion!
He asked" Did i believe that Jesus was God!i said ,“he is his first Son!not GOD!”
My knees near collapsed as he shrieked!"Lord flog this fun loving prod!
I was slow to learn how to counttwo?not hard!3?a bit odd!?Tutor!?
One God is enough to seek!now to flout 2?and 4!what more?A computer

Crashing into the Godmobil!

jon magra

Joined January 2008

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