The Friar asked His Superior, Who spoke to The Commissioner: "Could we please use Latin in The Mass That we hold?" The Commissioner, Named Volpi, Said "No way, How dare you? You may be Friars Immaculate - But you'll do just what You're told!"
And you can put that skull away, too!
"It's daft," Said the Friar, "We can't have any Latin now." "It's daft," Said his Superior, "You heard what he Just said?" "Look here," Said the Commissioner, "We're giving up the Latin tongue. From now on it's Shine, Jesus, Shine and Inwood (Paul) instead."
What Pope John-Paul II had in mind for the FFI.
The Friar said, "But surely - The EF Mass is Valid still? I've read Summorum Pontificum: We're told it's All O.K." The Commissioner said "Right, mate! We're closing down The seminary. We're sacking The Superior. You'll do just as I say!"
"Gosh!" Said the Friar As he prayed a Fervent Rosary. "Gosh!" Said his Boss, As he packed His bags. "Nobody, Dear Lord, Would call me a Fussy man But I do like a little bit of Latin in my Mass!"This poem is incomplete, but a possible ending is the following:
There, there! He didn't really mean it.
The Pope said, "There, there! He didn't really Mean it." The Commissioner said "Oh Hell! The Pope thinks I was wrong." The Superior said "Ha ha! Can I have my Job back?" He unpacked His suitcase And he burst Into song.
The Friar celebrates.
The Friar Was delighted, When he heard His boss returning. The Friar did A handstand, And said "Deo Gratias!" "Nobody," he said, As he turned A cartwheel, "Nobody," he said, As he slid down The banisters, "Nobody, Dear Lord, Could call me A fussy man - BUT I do like a little bit of Latin in my Mass!"With apologies to A.A. Milne.