Limericks on the Passing of Sun Myung Moon


“True Father,” I asked, agitated:

“Mass-weddings are too populated.

My sweetie’s O.K.

To share her Big Day

But must they watch us consummate it?”


Today’s earthbound deities require

A classier cult to inspire:

You should never be seen

In a car that’s Korean

If you want to be called the Messiah.


S. Moon, never one to just coast

On his rep, even as a new ghost

Appeared in a hole

In a doughnut in Seoul

And tomorrow is skedged for my toast.

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