The Pope, at his inauguration <br />was speaking to the silent nation. <br />Surrounded by twelve microphones <br />which would record all local tones. <br /> <br />There is a problem when at mass <br />a Pope is harbouring some gas. <br />Well, this one was expecting trouble <br />from what began as a small bubble. <br /> <br />He was a German Pope, of course <br />and had been, in his school, a force. <br />Had studied modern electronics <br />and knew a bit about the sonics. <br /> <br />The volume knob was next to bass, <br />(he'd squeezed his cheeks to close his ass) , <br />he cranked the loudness to the MAX <br />which made his gluteals relax. <br /> <br />The thunderbolt was heard for miles, <br />small flames had hurried past his piles, <br />in desperation he exclaimed <br />'you people ought to be ashamed, <br /> <br />you heard His anger of expression, <br />He knows you lied in your confession.' <br />And when the service came to end <br />the people went around the bend <br /> <br />and stood with melancholy grins <br />before the box to shed their sins. <br />There still was left inside the Pope <br />some gas with which he had to cope. <br /> <br />The oldest woman went inside <br />and told the Pope she was a bride <br />and to be married very soon <br />out at the zoo, to a baboon. <br /> <br />As you might guess, the woman had <br />over the century gone mad. <br />The Pope had never met her though <br />and laughed just like a giggolo. <br /> <br />Not realising that relaxing <br />can be, on anal sphincters, taxing. <br />And out it flew, a big misfire <br />that shook the pulpit and the spire. <br /> <br />The woman now remarked 'Force Ten', <br />'We've made Him really mad again.'<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-german-pope-likes-sauerkraut/
