Thursday, February 16, 2012


In good Pope Benny's golden days,
When Loyalty no harm meant;
A Furious High-Church man I was,
And so I gain'd Preferment.
Unto my Flock I daily Preach'd,
Popes are by God appointed,
And Damn'd are those who dare resist,
Or touch the Lord's Anointed.

And this is law, I will maintain
Unto my Dying Day, Sir.
That whatsoever Pope may reign,
I will be the Bishop of Bray, Sir!

The name of the Bishop of Bray is Legion, because there are many of them.

Note: With apologies to 'The Vicar of Bray'.


  1. Mimi, did you pen this ditty with your own fair hands?

  2. No indeed, Cathy. It's ripped off 'The Vicar of Bray'. I added a note to my post with apologies.

  3. Mimi, I knowed that you didn't wroteded the poem really, but it's so good you could have written it.

  4. Cathy, I'm not clever enough to have written the poem. Truly. But it was a tad clever of me to think of it and change a few names to make it work.


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