Oh of sins I hold no fear,
I hold them near and dear,
For without them be a saint,
Now wouldn’t that be quaint,
A halo has to wear day and night,
And have to wear it out of sight,
A monk, a saintly sight,
My friends no end delight,
Just haven’t got the gall,
Sinned and sinned, just that to stall,
To wear such heavy weight I’m far too small,
Not even loved ones to enthral,
I practised sinning, when just a child,
When little vixens I beguiled,
When alone there in the wild,
And practised harder, when they smiled,
Of later on in taverns far,
Older vixen’s bottoms tar,
Or with other brothers spar,
Nothing could my sinning scar,
I have certain tastes in sin,
Sometimes lie or cheat to win,
Especially with the next of kin,
But never on a whim,
Yet others think I’m black as ink,
Compared to them they think,
Can’t really say, how they forged that link,
Some say it with a wink,
Still yet have to practise more,
Not yet robbed a bank or store,
This to me holds still much lore,
Ran out of sins, now that’s a bore,
Anyone some ideas would share,
My cupboard now so bare,
Some sort reward declare,
Before a sinless life I stare,
I prayed, but God said that is the devils work,
Gave me a strong lecture in his retort,
Should not of sin make sport?
To pray for forgiveness me extort,
But now at eighty eight,
Find it far too late,
To clear that sinful slate,
I will accept my fate,
Besides my roving eye,
Some young lady then would spy,
Would to my maker have to lie?
That, I wouldn’t even try,
Some sins I gladly will omit,
Not become some righteous twit,
I love my sins, I do not kid,
I’ve practised cheating, easy, into heaven fit!
05/03/2008
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Love sinTinka
God bless you. Kathy
Micke
Be always safe,
Karen
keep on! michael
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
And God loves to have around someone that can give Him a laugh!
Georg