Mormon Limericks
Joe Smith knew what handshakes were for
Now the Masons laid down the old lore,
That the prophets had borrowed before,
With the aprons and grip,
And the temple’s sealed lip —
Joe Smith knew what handshakes were for.
Young Birchall, devout as a saint,
Kept Elon’s arrangements so quaint,
He managed the harem,
And tried hard to spare him,
Till the charges arrived with complaint.
The Pentagon finally said plain,
That Mormon baptism’s in vain,
Not Christian at all,
Since old Joseph’s fall,
The mainstream had always maintained.
The Saints had their money in Tesla,
And prayed that the Lord God would bless her,
But the stock took a dive,
And the lawsuits arrived,
And the bishop counts less in the register.