Sunday, May 07, 2006

the pope game
For some reason, my eleven-year-old son is interested in Catholicism – in particular, how one becomes pope and how popes get their names.

I explained the whole thing to him, then we spent the rest of the day deciding what name we’d choose for ourselves if we were accidentally voted "Pope."

My son decided he would be “Pope-Daddy.”

My daughter got dibs on “Pope O’Gigio.”

I’d like to be “Pope Alishus”


My wife wants to be “pOprah.”

posted by Carl Bryant @ 12:34 AM   8 comments Literary Shirts

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8 Comments:

At 2:02 AM, Blogger SarahJane said...

pOprah is too funny. lol. Your wife... keep her!


 

 

At 2:36 AM, Blogger Beau Blue said...

Pope Honarope
-blue


 

 

At 8:30 AM, Blogger Sherry Pasquarello said...

i like the "pOprah" that's a good one! your wife has a quick wit!


 

 

At 12:07 PM, Blogger Carl Bryant said...

The wife is definitely a keeper.

Pope on a rope is disturbing, beau...


 

 

At 1:45 PM, Blogger Beau Blue said...

Well, I figured if I were "accidentally voted Pope." I'd be tightrope walking big time. 'Specially with MY resume of sins committed.

-blue


 

 

At 7:58 PM, Blogger Peter Matthes said...

I like Pope Daddy ... It sounds very Hip-Hop.

Here in NYC, we used to have a Pope of Pot. He walked around the city in a white robe and a white hat with a marijuana leaf on it. At least until someone shot him several times.

Even Santa knows that blue has been naughty.


 

 

At 10:33 AM, Blogger Carl Bryant said...

Someone shot the pope of pot? He deserves a weak poetic epitaph at least.


The Pope Of Pot

Carry the roller of big doobies,
The white-robed one, he who waved
Cool in Christ-conscious crowds.
Let the businessmen parade in such suits
As their offices will allow, and let the boys
Bring them sandwiches in recycled bags.
Let aim be aiming for rot.
The only pope is the pope of pot.

Take from the newspaper of worship
(the one with the great stock tips) that sheet
On which he sorted seeds once
And spread it so as to cover his face.
If his big white hat protrudes, let it come
To show how pure he is, and numb.
Let paper blow in vacant lots.
The only pope is the pope of pot.


 

 

At 6:38 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am his son and I DIDN'T SAY POPE DADDY! I said Pope-pouree


 

 

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