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Homilies I have yet to see A preacher be Given a podium Not waxing to odium Not a soul of brevity Somehow ‘Investiture’ Entitles capture And ‘Repents’ The audience With new rapture But as the Homily drags Attention lags Eyes grow bleary Mind goes weary And the body sags And ‘In conclusion’ Signals more intrusion Another half hour Of our Infusion Why not surprise And simply advise ‘Since thee know how ...Do thou And go likewise’ What a relief If ‘Belief’ Could hew to Words so few As - ‘Blessed are the Brief!’