God Is A Hoot!
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The Contagion Of A Morning Mid-Rash
Genesis 12:10-20
Prince Foulmou: My Lord Pharaoh, I have seen the daughter of this man Abram, and I’m contemplating purchasing her from him.
Pharaoh: And you want my blessing?
Prince Foulmou: Only to please my Lord Pharaoh.
Pharaoh: Yes, “only to please my Lord Pharaoh”! Well, the answer is no! She’s old enough to be your grandmother! Get real!
Prince Foulmou: My grandmother’s bones grow more brittle in the ground every day. I wish I could have another, but above ground, if you know what I mean.
Pharaoh: Oh, I know what you mean alright! You wish! You wish! I know what you wish. Aren’t you being presumptuous? What if she’s infatuated with someone else? And besides, she’s not his daughter--she’s his sister!
Prince Foulmou: Oh, even older than I thought! Well, she’d make a great great-grandmother also! Er, is the infatuant an Egyptian?
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About the Book
Anyone with a sense of humor, Believer or not, and believe it or not! For maximizing enjoyment, a Bible is indispensable, being the well-spring of this book.
The author has been a licensed preacher for over twenty years, and a Bible teacher for twice that long, has written several other books including six on poetry and two humor-fiction works. His already-documented goal is to write one hundred books or celebrate his one hundredth birthday, whichever comes last.
He lives in Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, which he claims is a unique home base fueling a self-confessed writing eccentricity, and providing an abundance of fine eateries, ensuring with a few bucks, he’ll never be in want for good food when the cupboard is bare.
Here are titles, chronologically-ordered and published also by Authorhouse, of almost all his books:
Deep Space Probe To Poetria
Payload From Poetria
Musings Of The Mad Poet From Poetria
Poemes That Stirre The Soule & Moove The Bowelles
Poems Are Eggs Laid By Authors Too Lazy To Write Novels And Too Chicken To Hatch Plots
How! The States Really Got Their Names or Lauria’s Legendary
Lowdown
Poom!
All About The Presidents -or- Foibles Ole Aesop Would Have Loved To Write
About the Author
When a person lives into his eighth decade, writing for six of them, teaching for four of them, finding much to be amused about on this very very serious planet with all its ever-ongoing crises, is in his fiftieth year of wedded bliss, with four grown children having all married and bearing six children all told, having published eight books, and written over ten, plus a number of plays, hundreds and hundreds of poems, several dozen songs, drawn scores of cartoons for his books, etc., plays piano and accordion, he must have something interesting to say, wouldn't you think? Now, if you add to all that, more than a dash of eccentricity, you must conclude this is a person who just doesn't march to the beat of another drummer, but beats the drummer to the drum, tap-dancing on it until the drummer picks up the beat. See if it ain't so, that is, if your mind can handle it and smells humor when its cooking in the book.