There was an old priest who made merry,
With his bishop they lived down in Kerry.
With great laughter they'd roar
Till their bellies were sore
As they watched Father Ted on the telly!

There was a young man from Berlin,
Whose build - it was awfully thin.
He was sick, he was sore,
He'd fit under a door
But was blown far away in a wind!

A fisherman's mate was our Mark,
Ocean fishing he liked in the dark.
When he fell in the sea
As a storm made so free,
He became a light lunch for a shark!

Mary Ann was a nun with a point,
In the convent she'd not disappoint.
She would dance, she would smoke,
Tell a hell of a joke
As she'd deeply inhale on a joint!

Joe Hughes visit joehughes.org.uk

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