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
nice. I like Leicester, has some great places to eat. I remember one place called crescent, we called it the Hospital because of the curtains around the family areas.
Ahh! A fellow limerick lover I see. Although your poem type things doesn’t quite end a limerick, though it certainly started that way. You are the first funny Muslim I’ve been introduced to. Congratulations sir!
@JPF there are funny Muslims everywhere just like with any other group of people. Check out Mad Muslim to see another humorous Muslim blogger. Unfortunately, he hasn’t posted in a while.
There’s nothing funny about the Signs of the Last Day.