Picture by Wendy Scofield @unsplash.com
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
Haha! Personally I feel the Vicar deserved it...;)...Great interpretation...certainly appealed to my ghoulish side...
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