As an antidote to the March gales,
Old Tiddy here once more regales,
From a book of folk lore,
From 1944,
One of the many folk tales.

It was a diocesan meeting,
In the time well before central heating.
All the clergy were there,
And they each grabbed a chair,
Round the fire they arrangeed this seating.

The bishop alas was still missing.
Outside, the rain down was pissing.
Said one rev to another:
"I wonder, my brother,
Which choirboy now he's a-kissing."

There next came a ring at the bell;
The bishop came in, and said "Well,
While you've been perspir-
ing in front of the fire,
I've been on a trip down to hell."

"And before you lot all start to snicker,
Apart from the free flow of liquor,
Which you do not get here,
'Twas similar, I fear,
		Couldn't get near the fire for vicars."

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