My children, my children,

my jewels of my heart.

Time, death, and distance

will ne’er long us part.

The one Lord,
from the two branches hung,
three days in the grave,
the four quarters saved

I was reading D&C 1 and felt a General Conference Doggerel coming on.

Lord, I come to you with but 10 sins

Or if you press me, how ’bout just one sin?

A faint little sin, like it hardly had been.

And the Good Lord said, divide it by ten.

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Inspired by Rozy, I wrote a poem in the style I call General Conference Doggerel, though bluer.

(For you single people, sorry. Your display of the nameless virtue is honorable.)

Here goes.

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Remember the reason

for the season

a reason you can’t forget

To get gifts beyond reason

his gifts that are legion

without limit or merit or let.