A potter was potting a pot
with a big lump of clay he had got.
But his hands were too cold
and too bony and old
so he waited until they were hot.
Old Eric, a sailor of note
loved to dance with his wife when afloat
and when dancing near soap
slipped and tripped on a rope
and then fell off the side of the boat.
Father Alan loved Elvis and rock
and his masses excited his flock.
For the hymns he sang blues,
and he wore blue suede shoes,
a black wig and a glittery frock.