THE-POOR-DEAD-PALE-WHALE
The beached white whale
was like a big-balloon of blubber.
Children bounced on its body
as though the dead-beast were rubber.
Came the local coast-guards
and men from the RSPCA
to examine the poor creature
and chased the children away.
But a thorough inspection
showed this Moby Dick to be
a regular-eater at Burger King !
The guy had fallen into the sea !
IT-IS-WEATHER-COCK-ROOSTERS-
ONLY-OH-YES
The church-steeple-spike makes it clear:
'Angels and pigeons do not roost here'.
The priest wears his collar-of-white
that suggests his dark-clothes need a ring-of-light
(A ring, a circle, that is halo-like).
He'll go in a car though he came on a bike,
they who congragate in this 'House'
won't let him retire poor-as-a-church-mouse.
Grotesque-gargoyles put off not evil
but seem to say "Welcome any old devil."
That's how this poet has come to see
the way men preach of Christianity.
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