Archdruid: Can we have kippers for breakfast
All: Moggy dear, Moggy dear.
Archdruid: What's that flapping in the back row of the quire?
Quire: Basses.
Archdruid: Well, they've had their chips.
Quire: They wanted to sing some "metal" hymns.
Archdruid: OK maybe they're rock salmon?
Hymn: There's a plaice, where the streets shine
Archdruid: My friend Syd ran a mission for fishers of the species Anguilla Anguilla
All: We can see what's coming....
Archdruid: It was an eeling ministry.
Tumbleweed blows across the Moot House
Hymn: Come and do the Conger
Reading: Jonah and the Whale
All: FISH!!!!!
Archdruid: Seriously?
All: It's what it says.
A tonsured person brings the Holy Ants Eggs to the Worship Focus (a fish bowl)
Archdruid: Is that a monkfish?
All: No. He's a fryer.
Hymn: Tell out, my sole
Archdruid: My pet fish is black and white and has only 7 scales.
All: No. Surely not.
Archdruid: It's a piano tuna.
Hymn: Hark what a sound, and too divine for herring
Dismissal
Archdruid: Go in plaice.
All: The Mackerel's ended.
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ReplyDeleteamazing grilse, how sweet the sound
ReplyDeleteWhich would be to say nothing of the piece of cod that passeth all understanding
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ReplyDeleteRock salmon of ages
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