A Mass of Pious Gamblers and an Open Bar

"Do I hear one hundred scruples?"
...
Yes sir !
Do I hear one hundred and twenty?
...
Yes mam. That's one hundred and twenty scruples.
...
Going once. Going twice. Going three times.
Sold !
One liter of ninety proof heaven
to the madam with the fish net leggings.

How about this saintly bottle of white Chablis
from the vineyard just west of
The City of the Holy Father?
...
Let's start the bidding at
Seven Temperate Deacons
for this crystalline contentment !
...
Yes sir, Seven Temperate Deacons.
Do I hear eight ?
...
Yes sir, thank you, eight Deacons.
Do I hear nine ?
...
Yes, nine Deacons !
How about ten. Ten Deacons !
...
Going once. Going twice. Going three times.
Sold !
To the man with the Gamblers Anonymous tee shirt.

Father Pious would be proud of this congregation's generosity.
Amen.

 

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