The Boy’s Tale (16/02/2016)

Prologue to the Boy’s Tale

Things littering this world defined.
Dear routines bidding tale refined;
With everything except religion buried in politics,
That never concurred with the boy’s living ethics.

Boy’s Tale

Good morning!
The morning stood, with a good yawning:
A dude in the hood, not-so-rude brewing warning;
Happy to rise nice,
Like stew on rice.
Arise!

Here comes lent!
Observing the ordinances and all sacrament,
The beliefs or whatever the communion meant.
So the boy grew faithful like the holy tricks:
The doctrine taught him well its tactics,
Strict!

The first farce!
Translating prayers on destiny’s glass,
Up and running like a last mass.
He came to dine under the gospel’s roof,
So he narrated all the ministers’ goof.
Proof!

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