A poem about a Christmas morning service in which a semi-literate vicar meets his match in the solitary member of his flock.

Category

Christmas Poetry

Sub-category

Christmas Funny Poems

Author

Christmas Service

It was a bitterly cold and bleak Christmas morn
And had been snowing heavily since before the dawn
And for the morning service the waiting minister
Was eventually joined by just one solitary farmer
The clergyman said “Well even though it’s Christmas day
I don’t suppose there's no point in having a service today.”
The farmer replied “Well that's not quite how I see it.
If only one cow turns up at feeding time, I still feed it.”

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