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Parson Ezra Heap

Once there was a parson named Ezra Heap Whose Sunday sermons were profoundly deep The louder Ezra implored The more his congregants snored He could never arouse them from their sleep

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 8/21/2019 11:56:00 AM

Alternatively titled, 'Deep Sleep.' Send me some of his sermons. Maybe they'll help me with my insomnia. LOL. Cheers, gw

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 8/20/2019 8:46:00 PM

G'day Bob … he should change the wording from sermon to insomnia classes. The problem the church would find in your limerick Bob is that it's a true story that happens every Sunday - thanks Bob - Lindsay

Jan Allison

Date: 8/19/2019 2:35:00 PM

Ha he ha i know a few vicars that this relates too:-) love the humour bob:-) Hugs Jan xx