As Sid Arthur began to grow old
He became wrinkled and, of course, he was bald
But he just kept on walking
And carried on talking
He was a wonderful sight to behold.
But we could see he was just getting thinner
So one night, when invited to dinner
He was given a fork
And a nice plate of pork
Perhaps he thought he was on to a winner.
But later that night Sid Arthur fell ill
He was sick and perhaps caught a chill
But it seemed indigestion
Was out the question
And, of course, Ananda lacked medical skills.
So, Sid Arthur just seemed to get worse
And Ananda became his main nurse
But Sid Athrur's main plan-a
Was to realise Nirvana
So Ananda went in search of a hearse.
After his death, Sid Arthur's monks disagreed
About the best way for them to proceed
Some said, "you must be a monk"
But others said "that's all bunk -
There is more than one way to succeed!".
So some of the monks buggered off
And others sat around just to scoff
Which is why the first schism
Had little "Buddh" but much "ism"
But a few wise ones just shrugged it off.
But in time the teachings they spread
And people listened to the things that were said
Whilst some joined the Sangha
Or a vihara in Bangor
A few just when right off their head.
So please spare a thought for dear Sid
It's amazing what that geezer did
He discovered a spiritual way
On a full-moon in May
Which 'ain't bad for a prince with a kid.
Friday, December 28, 2007
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