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Chain, Chain, Chain…Set Me Free!‘My chains fell off, My heart was free!' Screamed the vicar, ‘oh dear me!' The poor lad looked somewhat distressed, Cos his chain was pulled and showed his vest! And the kids all laughed and danced with glee, As the poor vicar stood as red as can be! Now Adrian Murray, the gynae lad, Wasn't an angel, sometimes he was bad! He laughed his head off as the vicar stood… Shaking in rage, as only he could! Then he grabbed his chain and gave a glare, As the lads all laughed and returned his stare! One last tug at his great big chain, Then off it fell all over again! He threw the lads into the class, There they were gathered, by the mass! He got out the cane and roared and growled, As the lads all laughed, and shouted it's not allowed! The vicar retracted with the cane in his hand, And the story today aint very grand! Cos he had a little fall down the latrine, And I have to say, he didn't come up green! And now when the lads all go for a number 2, They look for the gold chain that fell down the loo! But it aint there, it's disappeared, gone! And so did the vicar, oh hell what have they done! They said the vicar was dead red in the face, His shame was too much, he fell from grace! And now the tale goes on and on… All about the vicar and what he'd done! You should have seen the look on his face! As he legged it off, and vanished without trace! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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