Man of Clothe Busted

He stood behind the pulpit Preaching with vigour to his flock Nobody knew soon he will be crowned the culprit It was exactly twelve O'clock When time to pray for the sick and those seeking salvation came Prayed so hard mentioning everyone's name Drama started when it was Sundra's turn He touched her head softly Her husband was just seated on the pews His eyes played tricks on him He thought the clergy caressed his wife He rushed to the altar with a stuff and knife He whipped the man of God sent from celestial body above Flee for his safety it was becoming critical Men and young boys roared with laughter But women cried out loud in unison