A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY FROM THE CATHEDRAL..

(True story, Sunday, 5th July 2015.)

Sacred to profane I did drop,
From cathedral to a ‘sex shop’.
I had been to an ordination
Of a friend, his consecration
To upright, future parish priest,
Sunday after St Peter’s Feast.
After the service I rushed back
Towards my car’s park, quite a track.
As rain came down, I took a stop
In open doorway of a shop
Which, unlike others, was quite bare
Of people taking shelter there.
It turned out shop was Ann Summers’,
Selling lacey-satin wonders,
Which, being Christian single guy,
There was no cause for me to buy.
Before shop’s girls could say hello,
I took my chance to up and go.
When rain eased but was still falling
I dashed for my car without stalling.
Gladly I found it dry and warm;
These words I wrote sitting out storm!