I bought a Doberman puppy last Tuesday 
and named him Sal, short for Salvation. 
My busybody neighbor said the name was 
disgraceful and blasphemous. I told her to 
mind her own bloody business, but she 
wouldn’t let up. 
So I prayed to Jesus and I asked him to 
please get Satan to bonk her over the head 
with a croquet mallet (not too hard) . 
I think it’s important to incorporate Jesus 
in our daily lives like that. Not that we 
should talk about him all the time and 
annoy everyone. But we should keep him 
in a state of readiness for deployment. 
That way, when someone messes with us, 
we can call in an air strike from Jesus.                
This is outstanding Hound. One can't read this without seeing it as a comment on the Bush Jr. Foriegn Policy. Subtle and to the point. A wonderful read.
PROFESSOR HD...TIS A FINE EXECUTION OF ETHEREAL TRANSFIGURATIONS..THE QUESTION TO BE BROUGHT TO THE ALTAR NOW IS DID PERHAPS YOU SEND YOUR PRAYER TO THE GOOD MAN, WHILST HIS ATTENTIONS MIGHT HAVE BEEN AFOCUS ON 06/06/06? AHHH, JUST BE WOOFIN' WITH YA NOW....CREATIVE WORK IN TRUE''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
A croquet mallet? Just when I think you can't get any funnier. This is why I love ya Prof. Hugs Anna xxx
Gott mit uns! I love the dry banality in this. It does reinforce the thrust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Hey Prof. Is this the one you said you didn't write yesterday and didn't want us to comment on? Tell us when you don't write another one. Funny stuff.