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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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The Shorter Catechism

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (2844 reads)
I burned my fingers on the stove...

I burned my fingers on the stove
        And wept with bitterness;
But poor old Auntie Maggie strove
        To comfort my distress.
Said she: 'Think, lassie, how you'll burn
        Like any wicked besom
In fires of hell if you don't learn
        Your Shorter Catechism.'

A man's chief end is it began,
        (No mention of a woman's),
To glorify --I think it ran,
        The God who made poor humans .
And as I learned, I thought: if this--
        (My distaste growing stronger),
The Shorter Catechism is,
        Lord save us from the longer.

The years have passed and I begin
        (Although I'm far from clever),
To doubt if when we die in sin
        Our bodies grill forever.
Now I've more surface space to burn,
        Since I am tall and lissom,
I think it's hell enough to learn
        The Shorter Catechism.

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