By MancottIt was Sunday in a small town Ecclesia, it had fallen on a bright Christmas Day
The President said "Now please bow your heads we are just now a-goin` to pray"
The Grey heads did all slowly lower their beans, and the sisters` large hats were
a-flutter
But a sister was thought to say something rude, but the noise heard was only a mutter
Her thoughts were now quite in a different place, whilst the President moaned a slow prayer
Her mind was way back in her cosy old kitchen where an unstuffed large turkey lay bare
"I do hope" she thought "that this age-ed exhorter will be brief and just stick to the point
Then I`ll gallop back home as quickly as pos, my turkey to stuff and anoint"
The service wore on at a very slow pace and the speaker was ponderous and slow
The sister tried hard to contain her impatience and not to shout out 'Go Man, Go'
After thirty long minutes she almost did burst at his halting delivery, so boring
And what she had thought was the old central heating was simply the brethrens` loud snoring
But a sister was thought to say something rude, but the noise heard was only a mutter
Her thoughts were now quite in a different place, whilst the President moaned a slow prayer
Her mind was way back in her cosy old kitchen where an unstuffed large turkey lay bare
"I do hope" she thought "that this age-ed exhorter will be brief and just stick to the point
Then I`ll gallop back home as quickly as pos, my turkey to stuff and anoint"
The service wore on at a very slow pace and the speaker was ponderous and slow
The sister tried hard to contain her impatience and not to shout out 'Go Man, Go'
After thirty long minutes she almost did burst at his halting delivery, so boring
And what she had thought was the old central heating was simply the brethrens` loud snoring
Another ten minutes of nothing uplifting made her seethe with a stirring of
heart
"ENOUGH, IT`S ENOUGH" she shouted out loud, and the President woke with a start
He jumped to his feet and thanked the good brother who was just getting into his stride
The greybeards awoke with a shake of their heads, though to some it appeared they had died
The sister stood up and said "REALLY, ENOUGH and I`m leaving this very same minute
You`ve wasted my time on this new Christmas Day and my oven needs a bird to be in it"
The AB`s were livid with thumbs down to each other, agreeing she`d been quite in the wrong
Meanwhile the exhorter still prattling the while had now mumbled for full an hour long
The President grabbing the brother`s rear end said "You really are driving us mad
Sit down you buffoon, it won`t be too soon, enough we have certainly had"
The brother turned round with a shake of his head as he thought he was doing just fine
"You`ve really upset me" he said with a sob, "I`m only on page thirty-nine"
Meanwhile with a flurry all sisters were leaving, their bibles and hymn books all scattered
The AB`s were flummoxed and puffed up their chests (as if any of this really mattered)
The story`s clear moral I`m sure you will reason, just open your minds and you`ll see
An extended oration in anyone`s nation comes second to well-cooked tur-key
"ENOUGH, IT`S ENOUGH" she shouted out loud, and the President woke with a start
He jumped to his feet and thanked the good brother who was just getting into his stride
The greybeards awoke with a shake of their heads, though to some it appeared they had died
The sister stood up and said "REALLY, ENOUGH and I`m leaving this very same minute
You`ve wasted my time on this new Christmas Day and my oven needs a bird to be in it"
The AB`s were livid with thumbs down to each other, agreeing she`d been quite in the wrong
Meanwhile the exhorter still prattling the while had now mumbled for full an hour long
The President grabbing the brother`s rear end said "You really are driving us mad
Sit down you buffoon, it won`t be too soon, enough we have certainly had"
The brother turned round with a shake of his head as he thought he was doing just fine
"You`ve really upset me" he said with a sob, "I`m only on page thirty-nine"
Meanwhile with a flurry all sisters were leaving, their bibles and hymn books all scattered
The AB`s were flummoxed and puffed up their chests (as if any of this really mattered)
The story`s clear moral I`m sure you will reason, just open your minds and you`ll see
An extended oration in anyone`s nation comes second to well-cooked tur-key
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