Hypochondriac's Grace

[~$pr2nv$~]

Hypochondriac's Grace

Dear Lord, we ask you if you will,
put your blessing on this meal.
We ask you Father, if it pleases,
protect us from these new diseases.
Please bless the spinach, and the romaine.
And cleanse it of some lurking ptomaine.
God, bless our ice cream and our cola.
Pray it's not teaming with ebola.
And pray the deli didn't sell us
coleslaw ripe with salmonellus.
We also ask a special blessing;
no botulism in the dressing.
While we regard your higher power,
make sure the deviled eggs aren't sour.
And please Lord, bless our sirloin tip,
and purge it of E. Coli's grip.

A special blessing on the sherry,
oh Lord, we need no dysentery,
so it not poisons, nor impacts,
or liquefies our lower tracts.
And Lord, make sure no one is able
to get sick and die upon this table.
So bless, Lord, all this food we share.
Insure no deadly virus there.
And once we're full and satiated,
we pray we aren't all contaminated,
and wind up just another toll,
for the Center for Disease Control.

One last thing Lord, if it's OK,
Please hold this blessing that we pray.
For all this fear, and all this fright,
has made us lose our appetite.

***Amen***

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im going to use that before i go to sleep

[~$pr2nv$~]

Lolz
thnx 4 using my prayer

[Fearless™]

don't you mean 'someone else's prayer'?

[Mystic]

Originally Posted by ~$pr2nv$~

Lolz
thnx 4 using my prayer

not exactly

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Introduction

I was going back to a family reunion; a very religious group they were....I am the black sheep of the family....I knew I would be asked to say grace...so I wrote this beforehand. With great somberness I began reading this poem,...I saw a few closed eyes pop open, then a chuckle or two, then some outright laughing...by the fourth couplet I had 'em totally forgetting what we were supposed to be doing......( Mission accomplished)

Hypochondriac's Grace

Dear Lord, we ask you if you will,
put your blessing on this meal.
We ask you Father, if it pleases,
protect us from these new diseases.

Please bless the spinach, and the romaine.
And cleanse it of some lurking ptomaine.
God, bless our ice cream and our cola.
Pray it's not teaming with ebola.

And pray the deli didn't sell us
coleslaw ripe with salmonellus.
We also ask a special blessing;
no botulism in the dressing.

While we regard your higher power,
make sure the deviled eggs aren't sour.
And please Lord, bless our sirloin tip,
and purge it of E. Coli's grip.

A special blessing on the sherry,
oh Lord, we need no dysentery,
so it not poisons, nor impacts,
or liquefies our lower tracts.

And Lord, make sure no one is able
to get sick and die upon this table.
So bless, Lord, all this food we share.
Insure no deadly virus there.

And once we're full and satiated,
we pray we aren't all contaminated,
and wind up just another toll,
for the Center for Disease Control.

One last thing Lord, if it's OK,
Please hold this blessing that we pray.
For all this fear, and all this fright,
has made us lose our appetite.

***Amen***

Copyright; Fred Moore

you really have to stop taking credit for other peoples poetry ...
atleast have the decency to post the persons name that actually wrote it ...