Emma Sees the Light

Emma saw the light on that Sunday bright. Her hands, they were folded, and knees bent right. She smiles at the Pastor’s words. The sun through the window stirred. A slip up of epic proportions - quite! Up front, in the center of congregants, a holiness plagues, as the church does chant. In sheer white she forgot slip. Her blush is the shade of RIP.* She slinks from her seat, in a hurried slant. 2/27/2021 Two Limericks - Let's have some Fun! Sponsor Tania Kitchin HMS 10/10/7/7/10 per verse *RIP for Rest In Peace.