There is no St. Kermit . . . .

Today, the parody department presents a work gleaned from the comment box of the The Curt Jester. The verse was penned by Burnt Marshwiggle in response to a story on a Baton Rouge, Louisiana Mass in which a dog puppet made frequent explanatory interruptions.

reprinted with permission from the author:

It's time to play the music
It's time to light the lights, it's time to meet the puppets on the puppet mass tonight.

It's time to put on makeup
It's time to dress up right
It's time to raise the curtain on the puppet mass tonight.

Why do we always come here? We both already know, we have an obligation, despite the puppet show.

And now let's get things started
Why don't you get things started
It's time to get things started

On the most irrational desperational congegrational puppetational
This is what we call the Puppet Mass!

I generally don't get as wrapped around the axle on cultural variations in Mass (guitar vs organ vs silent, etc.). However, I do get very upset about the unnecessary disruption of others' prayer in Mass.


Update! There actually is a St. Kermit. Click here for details.