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Quasimodo is
a man you may see
As one of few of
Christianity
That you ever find
Of legitimate kind –
For a genuine
bell-heaver was he!
All others who pinned their
salvation-type hopes
On clangours with clangers
attached to some ropes,
Remember them well,
For the swell of their knell
Confers better chances
than have saints or popes.
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That brought on a chuckle! 😀
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At least I didn’t drop a clanger!
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lmao! Now shut up! 😀
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I’d be a banger of a clanger or on the ropes, think I should keep my feet firmly on the ground.
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But just think, it could be an uplifting experience!
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I have no wish to thump my brains on the bell tower roof! Mind you, others might thing a bang on the head is just the thing I need.;) I’ll wait until after they scrape my eye!
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that’s a swinger of a poem !
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It does carry some sway!
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Victor Hugo told
The tale of Quasimodo
For whom the bells tolled
(No, not the ring of Frodo)
Moral:
Salvation comes to those who knell
(I don’t mean tones on mobile phones
For which I blame A Graham Bell)
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Heehee!
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Your poem rings a bell: my first husband was a bellringer – it was just an excuse for a pub crawl after visiting some distant bell tower.
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Seems like excellent motivation – a great way to become a swinger.
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