(to the Platters' "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes")
My
Tummy growled anew
Appetite renewed
Ohhhhh
I must satisfy
Some place I must drive
Burger King nearby
I
Took my food from line
Sat in booth to dine
Ohhhhh
Fatty food desired
Papal robe passed by
Pope then took my fries
Holy gaffe
This bless-ed palm had snatched
Methinks he could buy his own
Anger came
My heart engaged in rage
Shouldn’t he be in Rome?
He
Wanted to appease
Offered diocese
Noooo
“Pope, I can’t be swayed
I’m a protestant guy.
Give me back my fries.”
Give me back my fries.
Copyright 2011 Warren Baker
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