Monday, 21 July 2014

Last Rites

Did you hear the one about this guy
Who drank too much one night
Took a short cut through a graveyard
And gave the Vicar such a fright

Tripping heavy into headstones
Falling flat on burial mounds
Seeing things with angel wings
Among memorial surrounds

Harsh noises in the Vicar’s ear
Who peered intently in the dark
As a grave before him spoke aloud
A smoky glowing red remark

The glow pulsated temporarily
From further rustling came a hiss
With sodden shoes the Vicar shrieked
To his knees confessed remiss

“What do you think you’re doing?”
Slurred a voice from all about
“Nudging me in such a private place
And now my cigarette’s gone out”

Revelations can be strange indeed
For a mind bent out of shape
With a funny way of seeing things
In a metaphorical landscape

1 comment:

  1. Haha! Personally I feel the Vicar deserved it...;)...Great interpretation...certainly appealed to my ghoulish side...