Sorry, Fr. John
poem by:
R.T. Aquinas
Written
on Apr 13, 2018
Mary, that is the baby's name, Father John took the girl from her mum Whilst Little Mary was sleeping and suckling her thumb Slowly and gentle, the young girl awoke But before the Old Priest even spoke, Little Mary let out a tremendous scream My ears now ringing, I could not hear What Father John was saying, even though he was standing so near. Little Mary quietened just a little bit But when he put the girl over the font to wet her head She treated his arm like it was her bed She dropped off to sleep again Soon enough the ceremony was done. And twelve years later She's still an awkward sod. And I know our Old Priest is now gone But there's still one thing we need to say: Sorry, Father John.
Tags: Faith, Humor, Love, Happy,
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Frank Hornby . commented on Apr 13, 2018 at 6:33pm
Hahaha.......sounds like she could be your little sister.......
R.T. Aquinas
commented on Apr 14, 2018 at 6:55am
It often feels like she is. :)
Theresa Davison
commented on Apr 16, 2018 at 3:54pm
Hehe, that sounds like me. I'm told I bit the Priest who Christened me. xx
