Poem Hunter
Poems
The Girl Who Giggles In The Choir
(25 April 1854 – 3 November 1926 / Ontario)

The Girl Who Giggles In The Choir

Poem By Robert Kirkland Kernighan

Give me a club that I may kill
The tenor pert, the smirking basso;
Hand me an ax that I may spill
The blood of each upstart jackass, O.
Ah, when the preacher's touching tones

Have set my guilty soul on fire,
The flames are quenched forever by

The girl who giggles in the choir.

The basso smirks, the tenor grins,
The alto smiles behind her muff,

And I, with all my load of sins,
And seeking mercy, think it rough

I can't enjoy sweet Heaven's dawn,
Or feel the blast of Hades' fire,

Because my eye is fixed upon

The girl who giggles in the choir.

I think I 'll rise in all my might

And pass around a strong petition;
I do it cuz I think it 's right

To save our souls from sure perdition;
We 've got to kill the tenor brave

And make the basso man retire,
And bury in the same cold grave

The girl who giggles in the choir.

User Rating: 5,0 / 5 ( 1 votes )

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.


Comments