Oh, Brother!
Of two brothers, one was a monk,
Living a life of seclusion.
The other a Chippendale hunk,
With fair maidens in profusion.
The cloistered choice was appealing
To the one of religious bent.
The other never seen kneeling,
Nor were any prayers Heaven sent.
The monk was true to his calling,
Days devoted to sacrifice.
His brother’s ways were appalling,
Familiar with every vice.
The monk seemed always contented,
Quite willing to be celibate.
His brother thought him demented,
Never having known him to date.
As fate would have it, they both died
On the twenty-seventh of May,
And for the monk, nobody cried,
But for his soul, friars did pray.
And as for his sinful sibling,
Who lived life to the nth degree,
Theologists are still quibbling
About which they would rather be.
© RickMack (jotoma@bellsouth.net)
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