There was a warbler outside my window this morning, so I decided-
A priest limbo’ing at the Good Friday mass. Why not.
It had something to do with Purgatory. Boy, could that priest bend.
The candles were all burning on the altar of St. Julian’s
As he arched back and inhaled. It was a regular Catholic Cirque de Soleil,
Cheered Mrs. Potts. Someone said a joke about pretzels being rewards for prayer
When the priest went into a crab walk. There was a round of applause
And the organ started playing the theme to Alegria.
A few people were clapping along, and some were standing and cheering.
His white collar fell out as he started doing a headstand, smiling upside-down.
We’re so small in this universe. Comets travel at 108,000 miles per hour
And we see them once every lifetime. This is how I feel now, feeding the warbler.
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