PrayerFound it at Poem of the Week, kind of a hodgepodge site whose owner doesn't delete the Taiwanese and Japanese spam he gets. Which um yes, I read, or tried to read.
Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer
utters itself. So, a woman will lift
her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.
Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth
in the distant Latin chanting of a train.
Pray for us now. Grade I piano scales
console the lodger looking out across
a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls
a child's name as though they named their loss.
Darkness outside. Inside, the radio's prayer -
Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.
--Carol Ann Duffy
But it has a poem by John Cleese!
Ode to Sean Hannity
Oozing with vanity
Plump as a manatee
Fox Noise insanity
You’re a profanity