A limerick for a chortle.
An old, wizened Priest from Glen Knightly,
Tip-toed through town in a nightie,
When caught by a Cop,
( Whistle! ) - “Please; Father – Stop!”
He answered, “Son ~ `tis The Will of ALMIGHTY!”

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