Oh the JWs outside are frightful
But JWD is so delightful
Don't just a submit few posts and go
Let apostasy grow, let it grow, let it grow
My mother doesn't show signs of a fade
She won't do what Brooklyn's forbade
And I've lost my spiritual glow,
Let apostasy grow, let it grow, let it grow
When I finally DA tonight
How I'll hate being shunned by the friends
But with JWD to hold me tight
I'll meet with better ends
Oh the borg is slowly dying
And the governing body's crying
But I know JWD loves me so,
Let the apostasy grow, let it grow, let it grow
Thought I'd toss this little one out there, based of course on "let it snow". :-P
/mysterious' hand at poetry