In one
West-Texas town
sits a textile-themed tap
stuff'd with
crepes, cottons, calicos,
cashmeres with nap.
A
priest and a minister
enter that bar;
therein
join'd by a rabbi
these holy men are.
"All di-
vines, vicars, padres,
imams, monks in robes..."
tallies
Tex, "...welcome be. Fear not
State's moral probes!
"Textile
Tavern embraces
all men of the cloth --
all...re-
gardless of credo.
(Unless you're a moth.)"
