Funny Now, But Not Then
I dashed off to the ladies' room
just after Sunday School was through.
The service that would soon begin,
I'd relish from my favorite pew.
As I sailed down the lengthy hall,
I felt the cool, conditioned air--
more in the back than in the front,
but I trucked on, Miss Unaware!
I reached the sanctuary door
and saw that I was not alone.
A red-faced deacon spoke to me--
few words, low voice, with gentle tone.
I spluttered "Thanks" and fled the scene
my problem to eliminate,
slinked in the back, and took a seat.
I prayed my shame would soon abate.
What lesson did I learn that day?
That, to avoid such Sunday woes,
I really must be sure my dress
is not tucked in my pantyhose.
January 3, 2021
entered in the Funny Memories Contest Placed 1st
Sponsor: Natasha L. Scragg
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2022
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