A Convent Girl
A CONVENT GIRL
This is the girl,
Who’s in a whirl,
Who came to the, Convent,
Looking despondent.
This is the nun,
Who’s highly strung,
Who started to lecture,
In spite, of her denture.
This is the Principal,
Who’s very strategical,
Who can dismiss,
If something’s amiss.
Then Mother Superior,
To whom we’re inferior,
Performs her role,
To reach her goal.
These then are the four,
Inside the door,
Of a truly despondent ,
Lady-like Convent
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