Our local church is haunted,
and there are cats in the belfry,
the font has a leek,
and the cleaner managed
(with some difficulty)
to get the stain…
out of the windows –
it only took a week.
.
On Sunday, when it’s raining,
the congregation sing,
about the whiskers of kittens
of the cats in the belfry,
all creatures great
and small mercies
that appear like birds,
suddenly, and without priory invitation.
.
Our local church is full of ghosts
holy, and unholy,
and one who boasts
about having had a conversation
upon the road to Damascus
with the separated head of Anne Boleyn –
.
if you have any questions,
about the above;
kindly go
in peace and love,
and if in doubt please ask us.
