lundi 30 décembre 2013
JESUS CHRIST ON EASTER DAY
JESUS ON EASTER DAY
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I heard the beleaguered swan bird cry out
It wasn’t ecstatic joy but excruciating pain
And the overcast night sky turned pitch dark
That was when the Holy Mother herself paused and yelled
And the Lord Jesus turned twice in his grave.
Very quickly, the archbishop rose and struck off, the irksome “tout”
Then he wrote down: “Is there anyone of us here still without a vein?”
A deep guttural voice responded from the dark
“No, wait until our Lord resurrects and drunken men begin to rave!”
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JESUS ON EASTER DAY
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I heard the beleaguered swan bird cry out
It wasn’t ecstatic joy but excruciating pain
And the overcast night sky turned pitch dark
That was when the Holy Mother herself paused and yelled
And the Lord Jesus turned twice in his grave.
Very quickly, the archbishop rose and struck off, the irksome “tout”
Then he wrote down: “Is there anyone of us here still without a vein?”
A deep guttural voice responded from the dark
“No, wait until our Lord resurrects and drunken men begin to rave!”