Prayer the Bront?s' Father Taught Us

Our Father
Who art in Haworth
Sallowed by thy fame
Thy natty neck-dress
Thy Will be Weightman
Unearthed by a covert heathen
Live just for daze of haily dread
And forgive us hourly blunderbusses
As we forgive those who blunderbuss against us
Feed us not false veneration
But deliver us new easels
Divine inspiration
Empowering each story
Forever in heather
Charmin'

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