An outcry then, the poet will span
The ocean to meet the pope
Our protests call, that pedo did fall
How will he ever be able to cope?
In spirit, in flesh, our hopes all mesh
To keep out the bards of rats.
Let guard not slip, vigilance not dip,
Let him know today, we are the cats.
And yet the rat bard, in slight retard
Said Nazis were atheists this September
Gott mit uns was their truth, and as ex-Hitler youth,
You'd think that he would remember
His ploy was foiled, and then cops toiled
And unearthed some more problems to answer
The criminals then lurk, just from clergy to clerk
And that is truly humanity's cancer.
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ReplyDeleteIt sounds god, but I have no idea where cats came from up there. Meow? Confusing for my little brain, but nice poem overall.
ReplyDeleteSorry about not checking up often. It is somewhat of a double-layered pun veiled in a slight insult: The current Pope Benedict's real name is Ratzinger, pronounced "Rat Singer", and so when the anti-pope crowd came up, well, what is anti-rat? Cats work, and rhyme too.
ReplyDeletePerhaps a bit of a stretch, but I claim artistic lisence. :p
nice poem :)
ReplyDeletewant to read more from you
I thought it was clever.
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