Rhymes
            and Reason

                  We've heard the views of scientists, like Hawking and his gang,

                          Who tell us that our universe was started with a bang.

                  But science knows that Stone Age men, from the dawn of history,

                          Fashioned gods of wood and stone, that they could touch and see.

                  So scientists and Stone Age men are on an even plane,

                          Since both have found the need to act on things they can't explain.

                  God tells us that His universe does not begin or end,

                          And that it's not for simple minds to try to understand.

                  So much for foolish scientists, whose pardon I must beg,

                          When they tell me they know which came first, the chicken or the egg!

                                                                                Anonymous

                                  For in those wondrous far off days,

                                                Women shall adopt a craze

                                  To dress like men and trousers wear,

                                                And cut off all their locks of hair.

                                  They'll ride astride with brazen brow,

                                                As witches do on broomsticks now.

                                  There'll be a sign for all to see (the 1985 Halley's Comet),

                                                Be sure that it will certain be.

                                  Then love shall die and marriage cease

                                                And nations wane as babes decrease.

                                  And wives shall fondle cats and dogs,

                                                And men live much the same as hogs.

                                                                           Mother Shipton

                       The priest on Catholic Radio, responded confidently,

                               When asked about St. Paul's reputed disability.

                       The caller had viewed Paul's image, displayed on chapel walls,

                               As a tall and handsome gentleman with no defects at all!

                       The priest agreed these portraits, did not show any flaws,

                               And thought perchance it was a limp that may have been the cause.

                       But perhaps we should remind ourselves, lest we might forget,

                               That these artists painted images of those they've never met.

                       For St. Paul was travelled far and wide, and thus was oft' described,

                               As a "fat and homely little man, with a patch upon one eye."

                                                                                Anonymous

                      "Pax Ney Loron" the emperor, of stature short and stout,

                               Some say it's just an anagram, not hard to figure out.

                       Master of the universe, no less would 'er suffice,

                               Oh such a pitiful destiny, done in by fire and ice.

                      Then rose the master orator, a harbinger of doom,

                               To raise again his chosen race, from hopelessness and gloom.

                       But cold and ruthless was the one, whose name the prophets whisper,

                               Rising from obscurity, this child known as "Hister".

                       From pulpits all across the land, the watchmen sound their call.

                               Beware the coming antichrist, a threat to one and all.

                       But "mabus" hides within the fold, and no one has a clue,

                               To know him, simply ask the one who's looking back at you.

                                                                                   Anonymous