Move Over Edward Lear
One person got carried away with limerick writing. Christiana Fitzpatrick wrote about the entire pastoral staff. The full list is posted in the Comments section.
posted by M Clark at 12/14/2005 08:55:00 AM
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There was a Tenth pastor named Clark
Who once took a shot in the dark:
He started a blog
And then went whole hog.
We agreed it was not just a lark.
There was a young preacher from Wheaton
In athletics, so often unbeaten.
Aaron had up his sleeve
Target weight to achieve
So the carbs he completely stopped eatin’
And then there’s our pastor named Carroll
Who’s been known to wear quite odd apparel
That tall Christmas hat
Sure was fun to laugh at
E’en more than a monkey-filled barrel.
Dr. Jones plays the organ with ease,
But he says “It really does wheeze.”
A top notch musician,
Some kind of magician?
We’re just glad it’s not CCM cheese.
That Cora, she knows what she’s doing
From cooking to testing those wooing
She plans Bible studies
And counsels best buddies
She notes trouble before it is brewing.
Dear Bruce can turn one conversation
From the weather to justification.
His heart for the earth:
See the gospel go forth
No matter the distant location.
Our doctor who’s on the first floor
He offers a wide open door,
There’s grace from above,
and sometimes tough love,
But always a heart for the poor.
Now, Olsen, he’s hard to define.
His energy just won’t decline.
He’ll find without strife
God’s will for your life:
You’ll find that your thoughts realign
And Phil, with his dry sense of humor
He speaks to his blogsite consumer:
“Ah, Narnia wit,
You might like a bit.
But a sermon? Now, that’s just a rumor.”
Now Jerry, I almost forgot
You see, he’s not ‘round here a lot.
Each Westminster guy
Comes asking him “Why
Do you think I am so overwrought?”
In Christiana, we've found
that many limericks do abound.
To write ten in one day
is impressive, I'll say,
she surely does not mess around!
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