(c) MrsMyth
A small town preacher heard the word of something rather eerie.
Some ghostly sightings round the town, he learned upon his query.
The stories going round the town were most enthusiastic.
But this man knew such thoughts were, hardly ones ecclesiastic.
To do his job, and lead his mob, his duty as a Rector
meant he must steer his flock away from rumours of a spectre.
Such rumours pure evil, spread by sacrilegious vermin.
And so he set himself to start preparing that week's sermon.
When Sunday came the crowd turned up and filled up all the pews.
Our man began, "Word's reached my ears of rather spooky news.
Of all the problems in our town, this troubles me the most.
Put up your hands please if you're heard a story of a ghost."
Well, every hand within the room went straight up in the air.
The cleric said, "Alright then, let me ask you to declare,
Who here among us all has ever seen or touched one, please?"
This time a brazen handful, were the only respondees.
"Those liars!," thought the preacher-man, "Such lying, heathen sin."
So once again he set to work to do the scandal in.
"Righto, then" he soldiered on, "hands up please, straight and tall
if you have 'had relations' with one. Anyone at all?"
Among the several dozens there, who packed that meeting place,
you could have heard a pin drop! Mouths aghast on every face!
One lone-some hand, way up the back. The hand was worn and pale.
And judging by the way it shook, the owner old and frail.
The hand, in fact, belonged to an old swagman, known as Andy.
He'd done some casual sheepwork. As a shepherd he'd been handy.
The air was tense. The priest went red. The crowd was now engrossed.
"You!...", he screeched, "You're saying that you've had sex with a ghost!?!?"
"No, not at all", old Andy laughed, a chuckle from his throat.
"I beg your pardon, my mistake. I thought you said a 'goat'!"
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