Heading Down under
When a pastor asked a lady
if she was planning a trip
down under she hesitated:
Yes, I am, she said nervously.
It’s my first trip to Australia
if that’s what you mean
at least that’s what I hope.
Yes, that’s exactly what I meant
he reassured.
By-the-way, I’m a pastor.
I thought you looked familiar
she said eagerly.
And though I’m not
a congregant of your church, sir,
I have read a few of your sermons –
and I find them quite radical
given my little knowledge
of biblical Christianity.
“Really?” said the pastor
as the plane began its descent.
Perhaps we’ll meet again
somewhere in down under,
who knows he said.
Yes, who knows, she said.
But don't look too hard for me;
by saying down under
I didn’t mean Australia.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2025
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