A Fall from Grace

She felt she was pious and good
Praying to God every chance she could
loud and shrill she humbly implored
for forgiveness from her almighty God

she was very neat and meticulously clean
for cleanliness was next to godliness
she used to spit very decorously in the bin
when she sneezed she covered her ears

she had never had a lover
for none dared to approach her
until a friend’s Uncle Roger
brought her home for dinner

she was good and she was fine
she laughed and chattered happily
as she drank and  heartily dined
slurping and munching rather noisily

Uncle Roger married her
During a gusty summer day
She was glowing like ember
With her billowing white attire

She was not so neat afterwards
Her hair was always mussed
Her face seemed forever blushed
But so was uncle Roger’s.