Reverend Wii

A reverend celebrates his birthday.

There once was a preacher named Wii,

whose birthday was his jubilee;

he started at dawn,

with the birthday song,

and sang, “Happy birthday to me.”

The preacher then candled his cake,

and icing he did not forsake;

fudge flavor was thick,

so he took a lick,

and right in his mouth heaven spake.

Since Wii was a man of the cloth,

his attitude seldom was wroth;

but on this birthday,

he wore black and gray,

so many considered him goth.

A neighbor of Wii then came by,

and gave him a six-pointed tie;

right by the doorpost,

Wii offered a toast,

to his friend the Jewish Rabbi.

The Reverend Wii, although short,

was tall in the popular court;

so church members came,

to honor his name,

and offer him birthday support.

Montana big sky was Wii’s home,

(for Internet Wii would use Chrome);

he got such a lift

from each birthday gift,

the state of his heart was shalom.

There was a wee preacher from Butte,

who thought that the day was a hoot;

he offered a nod,

and then he hurrahed,

and then he gave thanks for the loot.

Reviews

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Such a silly poem it made me laugh.
I love humour in poetry.
Great write.

[Briana O'Connor]

This is a hoot. The way you spun this poem from an old classic was ingenious! I was giggling the whole time. bravo bravo. Thanks for sharing and keep up the good work.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

This is very cute - filled with joy and mirth - and shows how those of different faiths can come together in peace. The form, meter, rhyme, and content are all superb.

[Michael Polensak]

Richard, plagiarism is illegal.

[Richard Williams]

I don't know what Michael Polensak's problem is, but he has been reported. I do not plagiarize.

[Butters]

very cute, a winner for sure!