A manuscript attributed to the Franciscan Friars of the Immaculate.
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!"
You're fired!
"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.