They Call Me Dodgy The Quickest Vicar In The West (Fun Poem 15)
A trip of a smile,
confidence aside,
I knock on the door,
wondering what treasures,
behind it may hide.
She answers the door,
so self assured
a smile there waiting,
and so is allure.
We talk for a while,
and then she shows me her meat
pie, that is to be sure,
because I am the Dodgy Vicar,
Dave is the name.
However, that is not what some call me,
but I do not use words profane.
I am trying to be a poet,
but I am a bit tame or is it lame.
I am not very fat, nor am I lean.
You can read about my antics,
at the site of JoJo Bean.
She has already recorded four,
and the poor girl wants some more.
Heaven help the poor fallen child.
9 May 2007
poem by David Harris
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