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Thursday, July 5, 2007

Motu what?

After reading the latest news about the Motu Propio, I am getting somewhat excited. Of course, we are blesseed in Wichita with two priests that handle the TLM community (its at a "tri-linqual parish: Vietnamese, Latin and English) but this is exciting news. So, I let Motu-mania bite and parodied the following, highlighting a few of my favorite bloggers. Enjoy!
Under the Mercy,
Matthew S


Twas the night before the Moutu Propio
and all through the blogosphere not a soul was blogging,
not even the woman priests.

The chapel veil's were hung
by the chimney with care in hopes that Pope Bendict XVI
soon would be there.

The children were nustled all snug in their bed
while visions of thuribles danced in their heads;
and Mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap
had just settled down for our from midnight fast.

When from the Zenit RSS feed their arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to my desktop I flew with a flash,
Opened internet explorer and Google Reader.

The monitor on the glass of my saintly art gave a lustre of mid-day to all of my office,
when what to my eyes should appear but 476 unread feeds!!

With a little ol' mouse so lively and quick I clicked to find Pope Benedict!
More rapid than pop-ups the new posts they fell as I shouted them all by name,
"On SQPN and Curt Jester!!
On Jimmy Akin and Jeff Cavins!
On Happy Catholic and Relapsed Catholic!!!
On Rorate-Caeli and Real Life Rosary!!

Dial up the internet, connect to Rome, now blog away , blog away all."
As bytes across a T1 they fly,
then they meet with an obstacle, and fail to deliver,

Finally, up to the top of the list they flew,
With a listing of blogs and greeting good news.

And then in a twinkling I heard from my speakers,
the system sounds of new mail.

As a hovered my mouse and began to click,
what should appear but ol' Pope Benedict!!

All vested in mitre, cincture, maniple and tierra,
his vestments were resplendent and aglow,

A short few pages sat on his podium
and he looked around as he began to speak

His eyes -- how they twinkled!
his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the color of his alb was as white as the snow;
His crozier was held tight in his hand,
and insencse encirled the altar like a wreath.

He had a tall face and a papal tierra,
that stood tall when he processed in

I gave thanks to the Lord when I saw him, in spite of myself,
A headline scrolling and the text of a document,
soon let me know I had nothing to fear.

He read the document for all to hear,
and lifted his hand in Apostolic Blessing.

and giving a nod the popemobile he mounted
to his driver he whistled,
and whisked him to Castel Gandolfo.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight:
"Deo Gratias, Motu-mania, Deo Gratias"


4 comments:

Athanasius contra mundo said...

Wow! That was really good and funny too!!

Paul VI said...

I love that!!!

lilnun_7 said...

I love that!
that's great!!!

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