Why No Wine

Be sure to put on your sense of humor caps and think about this one for a long while. Why No Wine Had eaten a hamburger I did embellish; With cucumber, catsup and some relish Then somewhere found my mind in a fog Forgot about buying bun with a hot dog. Drink cup of coffee, thought that I might And a donut which in always do delight Back home eventually had slowly returned To see what else my wife had badly burned. My body quickly became bare to the bone And I have started to cook on my very own Size of my blundering body is now fat and big Now have to walk around while wearing a wig. How much I love her, she will never know I often sang in old song that told her so Can you believe we were divorced by the Pope And with a wild nun he would make me elope. My firmness is now flabby and I am flustered Catholics at communions never serve any custard Priest rode away on erotic horse who was equine But behind left host after taking all of the wine. Which is why unpleased parishioners have been served only a host without any wine. A priest is always a perfect host for a party. Not only do Catholic priests serve a host They also even do it from coast to coast.