The Ups And Downs Of Hon Ta- Fai

Someone sent me this serious humorous piece, which I will post:  

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               From Hong Kong To Rome To Athens, Passing Through Guam.

                                    The Ups And Downs of Hon Tai-Fai

There was moaning there was groaning and we knew all help was gone

When word went out from Roma that they’d send Archbishop Hon.

But we waited and we wondered, if we really should be sad

That his visit to our island would, turn out to be so bad.

Hon landed, he was smiling, he seemed happy as could be

So eager and delighted, and exuding grinning glee.

But we’d surely been misguided by that look upon his face

For in wreaking the destruction he quickened up the pace.

He got rid of Father Adrian ere two ticks from the clock

And then Monsignor David’s head was laid upon the block.

But Father Paul, and Pale’ Mike, he quickly reinstated,

Monsignor James was next to rise, which makes it all R-Rated.

And neither for our Rector, was there set a welcome wagon

For Pius suffered too the blaze, o’this fiery Chinese Dragon

Hon banished him from Guahan’s isle so far across the seas

Despite our earnest prayers and hopes, and many anguished pleas.

Then on our mission seminary, he turned his dreadful gaze

For there his fury, wrath and rage, became a mighty blaze.

“We have to close it! Tear it down! Throw all those young men out!”

“I’ll rid this island of them all, of this there is no doubt!”

So thus he did continue, to slash and burn and raze

The Neocatechumenate to him, was just a craze.

But most of all he seemed to hate our Archishop Apuron

And so on him, with viciousness, he truly set upon.

I sometimes wonder why it is that spiteful men go free

As though the Lord, our Holy God, their evil does not see.

Then justice fell upon poor Hon for telling wicked fibs:

He fell down in the shower stall and shattered some of his ribs.

But lo! I heard there’s been a change made by the Holy See

And though it’s not good news for Hon, it is for thee and me

For now that wolf once covered well, by white and wooly fleece

Must pack his bags and say hello to all the Turks in Greece!

On Richard Untalan and Rohr, Paul Gofigan and James

CCOG, and Dave Lujan and all you haughty dames

Who picket our Cathedral Mass, and shout against The Way

Please God have mercy on them all, forgive each one, we pray.

And when they fall, they surely will, in this we’ll take no pleasure

Lest the judgment we should make on them, we would receive in measure.

Take heed from these malicious men, like donkeys let them bray

For everything will come to light, thank God, on judgment day.

(By an anonymous author of the IV Century)