The vicar wore a microphone
And spoke both loud and clear.
He had important things to say
Which everyone should hear.
His sermons always had three points.
The first two, none would miss,
But, come the third, all people heard
Was crackle, screech and hiss.
“Three ways, there are,” the vicar said
“To win eternal bliss:
Love God, your neighbour as yourself,
Then…….” crackle, screech and hiss.
Even the doxology
Was prone to go amiss,
The Holy Ghost was often lost
In crackle, screech and hiss.
They summoned the electrician in
Whose skilled analysis
Still failed to find the cause behind
The crackle, screech and hiss.
The fault, at last, was remedied
Without too much ado:
Three points the vicar never makes,
He’s cut them down to two.
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