Loosing My Number One Fan
My hubs have gone well,
It's easy to tell,
Most christians have hatred cause their beliefs do quite smell.
But my throat feels a swell,
And my tears fill a well,
For the loss of my fan who teaches about hell.
Twas the first to endorce me,
His teachings were what cohersed me,
Why he left I can't explain, I thought he joined to support me.
I remember his mug, sat right at the top,
I saw it each day looking holy and smug.
Now the name as it were?? My recall has been spent,
The first is a Blur and the last rhymes with Bent.
Our best exchanges regarded salvation, as he is a heller.
For I proved his deafness and blindness were like that of Hellen Keller.
So he refused my postings, for exposing his false dung mound,
To him, saving all mankind would make jesus a weak clown.
Now my heart and mind are spent,
For what's his name? Hint? Ent? Or Get Bent??
But there will remain no truth in the writings and plan,
Of the very first whom I call, MY NUMBER ONE FAN!!!