Pope-Pickin' Poetry

Tonight's entry will be rather brief, just a couple of quick limericks about Peter's people picking their Pope. Coincidentally, I wrote this at church tonight (while waiting for my mom to finish her play practice) after attending a "So You've Just Been Elected As An Elder In The Church" meeting. Anyway, on with the rhymes...

#1

In Rome, all the Cardinals choose

A new Pope to deal with their issues

And I hope they choose right

Or they might start a fight

Boy, I’m glad I am not in their shoes

#2

Long ago, manly men would all crave

Time to squat by themselves in a cave

They could argue all day

While the smoke puffed away

Kind of like today’s papal conclave