The Des & SG poet whack-a-mole thread

[SovereignGrace]

Playing whack-a-mole
Des swallowing whiskey
By the barrel full

He drinks liquor till his belly swells up
Guzzling booze like Pac-Man
On a power pellet

Jack, Jim, Crown and all
He drinks till
Down the stairs he falls

Drives on the road like a maniac
He's pickled his brain
Till he's no longer a Brainiac

He goes to a Sunday meeting
His clothing looking rather disheveled
Like someone gave him a really good beating

He staggers to the pulpit
Stammers his sermon to all in the room
Many there walk out and quit

They start a new church somewhere pith
Des surprisingly becomes their Pastor
And does the communion by pouring out his fifth

They shout, stagger and stammer
Like Pentecostals when the Spirit has fallen upon them
Then Des quiets them with his trusty hammer

They set there in silence as he preaches his sermon
He thinks he's Jonathan Edwards
But sounds closer to Ethel Merman

The reason why they sat still as his sermon he did yammer
You'd set still too
If Des hit you with his trusty hammer

WORD!!!

Those drunken bums

 

[Desdichado]

For a healthy stomach
A heart that is glad
To the Baptist this is muck
A fact that makes him mad

Sov. Grace will deny you of the vine
Keep your lips far from the fruit
To chew upon the rind

Baptist are simply tone-deaf
For they rely on Welches
And when close the potluck
They have no breath

They close the day in belches

The Gluttons

 

[blue_ladybug]

If I didn't know better, I'd say you two hate each other.

LOL

 

[Desdichado]

O[SIZE=-1]H,[/SIZE] East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither Baptist nor Presbyterian,, nor Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face, tho’ they come from the ends of the earth!

If I didn't know better, I'd say you two hate each other.

LOL