Please could you write me poem about a new priest?

Question

Please could you write me poem about a new priest?

Answer 1

the new priest

has a new pries

that he drives all day long.

with "hott babes"

in the back,

he sure knows hes packin

to stuff somthing in their dariar.

the new priest 'loves jesus'

and all of his ways.

he says he will love him till the end of his days.

so when the new priest is caught

with a 5 year old boy (how distraught?!)

and a line of cocain

he will inject into his veins,

the new priest

will be no more.

:) hehe

Answer 2

Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.

Answer 3

more details please.

Answer 4

Yeah, can't think of anything sorry. Odd request, here I found one.

A Priest

  

NATURE and he went ever hand in hand

Across the hills and down the lonely lane;

They captured starry shells upon the strand

And lay enchanted by the musing main.

So She, who loved him for his love of her,

Made him the heir to traceries and signs

On tiny children nigh too small to stir

In great green plains of hazel leaf or vines.

She taught the trouble of the nightingale;

Revealed the velvet secret of the rose;

She breathed divinity into his heart,

That rare divinity of watching those

Slow growths that make a nettle learn to dart

The puny poison of its little throes.

Her miracles motion, butterflies,

Rubies and sapphires skimming lily-crests,

Carved on a yellow petal with their eye

Tranced by the beauty of their powdered b*****s,

Seen in the mirror of a drop of dew,

He loved as friends and as a friend he knew.

The dust of gold and scarlet underwings

More precious was to him than nuggets torn

From all invaded treasure-crypts of time,

And every floating, painted, silver beam

Drew him to roses where it stayed to dream,

Or down sweet avenues of scented lime.

And Nature trained him tenderly to know

The rain of melodies in coverts heard.

Let him but catch the cadences that flow

From hollybush or lilac, elm or sloe,

And he would mate the music with the bird.

The faintest song a redstart ever sang

Was redstart’s piping, and the whitethroat knew

No cunning trill, no mazy shake that rang

Doubtful on ears unaided by the view.

But in his glory, as a young pure priest

In that great temple, only roofed by stars,

An angel hastened from the sacred East

To reap the wisest and to leave the least.

And as he moaned upon the couch of death,

Breathing away his little share of breath,

All suddenly he sprang upright in bed!

Life, like a ray, poured fresh into his face,

Flooding the hollow cheeks with passing grace.

He listened long, then pointed up above;

Laughed a low laugh of boundless joy and love—

That was a plover called he softly said,

And on his wife’s breast fell, serenely dead!

Answer 5

a strange request indeed my son

Answer 6

The priest in the vestry; all cloistered in black

Replacing the old; who's heart attacked

preaching his sermon all shiny and new

to parishoners who sadly number too few

no?....well just a thought

Answer 7

How about a dirty limerick?