There once was a pastor from Haute
Who misplaced his badge and his coat.
When they called for a show
Of hands "yes" or "no"
He found he could not cast a vote.
A pastor whose folks had bequeathed
A candy shop down underneath
Sent all of their sweet
To the conference as meat
And rotted out everyone's teeth.
A pastor appointed to go
To a church on the radio
Could not find the dial
Or the frequency's style
And she ended up missing the show.
Three bishops from County Cork
Flew into the conference by stork
And they lived on the beach
To be well out of reach
Like the agencies in New York.
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