Pastor Dave's Christmas Pome.....posted for him since he don't knowhow...

'Pastor' Dave's Latest Occasionally Semi-Annual Christmas Poem

Dedicated to "He Who Would (Abysmally) Try to Write Poetry about Moi"

Shankland is a bit of a bum,
After retirement that's what he's become,
He used to fight fires,
but now he's a liar,
just like all the rest of the RAH Scum!

Shankbone lives in the Pacific Northwest,
which he says is really the best,
As the rain fills the pots,
He sits there and rots,
Just like a wood-boring pest.

Richard likes to think he's a Pirate,
Senility's come, so why try to fight it?
For all of his brass,
He's just full of gas,
So he sits in the tub trying to light it.

He says he won't go on a Carribean Cruise
since the cruise director gave him the news,
No cutlass or cannons allowed,
Due to the size of the crowd,
So no raiding parties Shankland, you lose!

"Rancid Richard" will go raiding once more,
Again on Puget Sound... what a bore,
The "Scourge of Seattle"
will win one more battle,
this time in his dreams while he snores.

Happy Holidays to all the RAH SCUM... and you all know who you are!

Sincerely,


'Pastor' Dave

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Merry Christmas, Rich and John! And if either one of you can get the
above posted on RAH for me, I'd appreciate it.

All the best to you and yours,


David