The Pope, at his inauguration br was speaking to the silent nation. br Surrounded by twelve microphones br which would record all local tones. br br There is a problem when at mass br a Pope is harbouring some gas. br Well, this one was expecting trouble br from what began as a small bubble. br br He was a German Pope, of course br and had been, in his school, a force. br Had studied modern electronics br and knew a bit about the sonics. br br The volume knob was next to bass, br (he'd squeezed his cheeks to close his ass) , br he cranked the loudness to the MAX br which made his gluteals relax. br br The thunderbolt was heard for miles, br small flames had hurried past his piles, br in desperation he exclaimed br 'you people ought to be ashamed, br br you heard His anger of expression, br He knows you lied in your confession.' br And when the service came to end br the people went around the bend br br and stood with melancholy grins br before the box to shed their sins. br There still was left inside the Pope br some gas with which he had to cope. br br The oldest woman went inside br and told the Pope she was a bride br and to be married very soon br out at the zoo, to a baboon. br br As you might guess, the woman had br over the century gone mad. br The Pope had never met her though br and laughed just like a giggolo. br br Not realising that relaxing br can be, on anal sphincters, taxing. br And out it flew, a big misfire br that shook the pulpit and the spire. br br The woman now remarked 'Force Ten', br 'We've made Him really mad again.