Christmas is coming
The takings are real slim
A large donation to Didley
Will absolve you all of sin
The takings are real slim
A large donation to Didley
Will absolve you all of sin
The Sunday Only Thread
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Christmas is coming
The goose is getting fat
I haven't got any money left
cos the taxmans a thieving twat
The goose is getting fat
I haven't got any money left
cos the taxmans a thieving twat
Is the church open next Sunday, Rev? I wanted to come in to pray for the new King Charlie. He needs all the support he can get......
they will be knee deep in the streets of London for the free Charlie
Brilliant, you are now being seriously considered for a church promotion OR a free sitting with the nuns (for repentance of course).
Your request has been declined.
We don’t let that type in.
All pomp and no coin!
when you make a little prayer
you know rev squat is there
empty your coin and feel the joy
donations can bring
when you get an exited 3rd leg
and the buggers hard as a peg
the revs nuns can collect that pain
and ease it away
from when you wish upon a star
you know rev squat is there
empty your coin and feel the joy
donations can bring
when you get an exited 3rd leg
and the buggers hard as a peg
the revs nuns can collect that pain
and ease it away
from when you wish upon a star
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Famous poem by Mr Kipling (who makes exceedingly good cakes)
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Famous poem by Mr Kipling (who makes exceedingly good cakes)
Order, Order….. The peasant are revolting!
Oi, who are you calling a peasant 
where are the nuns, are they in hiding, isn't it time yet for a frolic
Oh, he said pheasants - that's ok then !
either that or i need new glasses
Ok people, l won’t pussy foot around, l have something serious to say…….
Donations are down by 33% for the year!
How the fudge can l ever retire when you tight lot are withholding retirement dollars from the Rev?
Tight l tell you!
Donations are down by 33% for the year!
How the fudge can l ever retire when you tight lot are withholding retirement dollars from the Rev?
Tight l tell you!
l was thinking more like a tadpoles ass.
he could squeeze the pips out of an orange using the quire boys best muscle as all Clergy like it lustful and tight ....so Ive heard of course ,not casting any aspersions
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