An old joke I like having fun with. In G. Graham

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Praying Clothes
© Copyright Graham Henderson APRA 2006
He claimed to have read the Bible.
But wasn’t liable to be deceived.
And what he’d read was too un-buyable.
To be believed.

He sort of lived by the commandments.
Well held to one at least.
And never covered his neighbour’s wife.
Who was an ugly looking piece.

But one day he got to thinking.
What if he was wrong.
He didn’t want to spend. Forever in Hades.
So picked a church and went along.

He bought himself some praying clothes.
And used them regularly.
But then he wondered if the church he picked.
Came with a guarantee.

So, he started, church hopping.
Changing the way he’d pray.
So his Sundays became a mighty task.
As did Saturday with the SDA.

Then one day he fell.
From a building really tall.
And he prayed to every single God.
He could recall.

But it seemed his gods, had deserted him.
So in desperation.
He thought he’d try facing Mecca.
To save the situation.

He cried out Allah all merciful.
Save me I’m too young to die.
There was a clap of thunder and a big black hand.
Came down out of the sky.

It caught him in the nick of time.
And held him lovingly.
And the crowd below could not believe.
What they had been blessed to see.

Then the hand that saved him.
Gently put him down.
He said thank God. And a big black foot.
Mashed him into the ground.

Well they scraped up what they could of him
And poured it in his praying clothes.
And sent him off to his maker.
Which one we can only suppose.

So there he lies, to this day.
Six feet down. In the ground.
All dressed up in his praying clothes
With. Absolutely nowhere to go.