A trip of a smile, <br />confidence aside, <br />I knock on the door, <br />wondering what treasures, <br />behind it may hide. <br />She answers the door, <br />so self assured <br />a smile there waiting, <br />and so is allure. <br />We talk for a while, <br />and then she shows me her meat <br />pie, that is to be sure, <br />because I am the Dodgy Vicar, <br />Dave is the name. <br />However, that is not what some call me, <br />but I do not use words profane. <br />I am trying to be a poet, <br />but I am a bit tame or is it lame. <br />I am not very fat, nor am I lean. <br />You can read about my antics, <br />at the site of JoJo Bean. <br />She has already recorded four, <br />and the poor girl wants some more. <br />Heaven help the poor fallen child. <br /> <br /> <br />9 May 2007<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-call-me-dodgy-the-quickest-vicar-in-the-west-fun-poem-15/
