One awful day at the church
Sister mary wouldn’t step off the porch,
One hand on a bible the other on a tourch,
Walking down the dark pathway,
As the skys are gray,
Almost to church walkway,
Everyone looking at her
Telling themselves lets stay far far away
She gets to the steps
There she stood
She throws the tourch towards
The doors made of pure wood
The church goes in flames
Sister mary thought it was fun and games
She sat and said this looks like a firework display,
After the church burned down
You heard the crowd cheer
Thank god this was just a play!
Author notes
This was alot of fun to write! Thanks
A contest entry
- The Darkest Nun by cricketjeff.
2000 points, ended September 8, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank-you for this
Sue Cardwell and I are enjoying seeing how the rest of AP views our unfortunate Nun.
All the best in the judging.
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