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PiPs

Great champion of the ‘little man’
The gay old chaplain lit his pipe
“I am old but I smoke,” he reasoned,
“Therefore I am.”
Guy was bonkers for years but the town loved him
He was always all boozed up at solemn occasions
And funerals for him were a vodka-lovers delight

Yet when nigh his occasion came
No one but God could hear it rain
For as the booze soaked reverend
Reached his dream
Heaven wretched in a heavy scream!