To the vicar belong the spoils…
As sinners, we struggle to shed mortal coils.
So when the old vicar uncoils, our blood boils!
He hisses–that snake!–
“Your souls, I shall take!
And not only that, but the fruit of your toils!”
© 2017 David E. Miller
Amen!
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Here’s winkin’ at you, kid! (Your comment made me laugh aloud!)
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Nicely serpentine, David!
Best wishes, Pete.
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This vicar has a hiss-tory of preying… Thanks for stopping by, Pete!
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