This is me, Eccles

This is me, Eccles
This is me, Eccles

Tuesday, 8 January 2013

A cautionary tale

(With apologies to Hilaire Belloc.)

Giles Fraser

Giles Fraser thought that telling lies
Was fine, for priests who wished to rise
To higher ranks, and wear a mitre:
Deceit could make their task much lighter.

If he was asked, "Who's in your bed?"
A bishop could tell lies, instead
Of owning up with honesty.
(We don't believe in sin, you see...)
Bishop

"Do I have a sleeping partner? How dare you..."

It happened, after many years,
God took the man with funny ears:
Giles Fraser, aged just ninety-seven,
Had died - but did he go to Heaven?

Alas, I fear 'twas not the case,
For GOD said "Giles, you're a disgrace!
I've seen the way that you behaved:
There's no way, mate, that you'll be saved.

Just like your bishops, when they die,
You've made your bed, so on it, LIE!"
Bored by Giles

Giles Fraser's latest article is very good, don't you think?

4 comments:

  1. Eccles, You is a poet. But you don't knowit. But youwr feet showit. They awre Longfellows...But I don't know what thvat Giles is.

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  2. Dis is advice wot he should take
    instead of eatin so much cake
    xx Jess

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  3. Your picture of Giles Fraser, potato-head, suggests that his fate lies in boiling oil, after peeling and chipping.

    This is the home-cookery blog for eejits, innit?

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  4. Your picture of Giles Fraser, potato-head, suggests that his fate lies in boiling oil, after peeling and chipping.

    This is the home-cookery blog for eejits, innit?

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