The Beautiful Lady

Before I was of age I longed to go to school. Hand in hand with dad officials went to beg to no avail. Time arrived and did exceptionally well until the physics class when teacher said: you’ll be a repeat in my class unless you score high on this final test. Terror in hand checking little squares next to me standing The Immaculate Conception. Immaculate I understood but not the rest. Test results: teacher shocked and off my horse I was knocked. Need I say I passed? You belonged to school Someone who knew me well said And now to the church