There was a young Imam from Leicester
Who was known as a charming jester
He wore fancy hats
And ornate cravats
(He made sure they were polyester)
One Friday, during Jumah speeching
The young Imam was bored of preaching
‘We should leave this fine place
To the beach we should race
Sun sand and sea will be my teaching!’
The Leicesterwalas were all aghast
Surely he couldn’t last
Sanity prevailed
The musallis exhaled
To Skegness they travelled en-masse
The Imam was highly commended
For the joy he brought unintended
‘Our mosques can be so dull
But our day now is full’
They got back before Maghrib ended
The moral, my dear friends is rather clear
Whether in Leicester, or somewhere near
Don’t be so po-faced
As long as you’re chaste
From fun, we all have nothing to fear
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On another note entirely, I liked this