Poetry just hints while prose can flourish more
[As in giving speeches, Oh, Lord, they are too long]
To persuade us to give our money for the new Cathedral door
I met the new schoolmaster ,oh,my eye, he is a bore
I wish instead of yapping on he put his thoughts in song
Lieder may well hint while prose embroiders more
I heard the women talking, they want to share their lore
I hope they do not gossip ,as we know what is damned wrong:
To persuade us to give our money for the new Cathedral door
I am not a hinter, yet explaining is a chore
I ‘m a victim to my scruples,they send me round the bend
Prose’s too articulate, Poetry hints ,oh metaphor!
Simile,synonym, sin for evermore
Though Jesus is our saviour,absolution will depend
On how much gold we offer for the new Cathedral door
Never give up hope yet look at Jesus’ end
See continued horrors in the so called “Holy” Land
Poetry will hint while prose will labour sure
To persuade the golden calf to come ram the new church door
