Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime
Er, do excuse me, Vicar
Please baptise me quicker
You’ve got a bony shoulder
And this water’s gettin’ colder
Please baptise me quicker
You’ve got a bony shoulder
And this water’s gettin’ colder
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9 comments:
Not quite sure, do we dip the baby or drizzle the baby? Someone give me a clue
The little chap is squirming hard and now all set to spew!
Love it!
Cute.
Made me giggle.
Definitely good verse, and it could have been worse.
His list of sins is long and vast,
They'll wash away none too fast.
Keep the water cold and brisk,
His immortal soul's at risk!
Dunk him slow and dunk him deep.
This one needs some time to seep.
"Please don't drop me in
That would be a sin.
I've already had a little pee
Can you feel it running down your knee?"
Yours and Maggie May's both made me laugh!
LOL at Quilly's and Maggie's.
Brilliant.
Do you sprinkle
Do you pour
Do you immerse
Away from shore
I don't know
You're the host
But I got
The Holy Ghost
So that's why the babies cry.
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