Sister, Sister

Mother Superior faced a daunting task, Like no other in her forty years. She had prayed it simply wasn’t so, That Holy intervention might belie her fears. But sadly, there was no such intervention, No relief from the duty she did rue. Despite her hopes and all her prayers, It had been confirmed. What she feared was true. So, she gathered all the Sisters after Vespers. The impromptu meeting caused quite a stir. There was murmuring as they filed into the chapel. She hesitated for a moment... but no, she was sure. “Sisters, I asked you all here to share some news. It’s something I never thought I’d have to say. We have a case of gonorrhea in the convent.” Mary Catherine, sixty years a Sister, said, “Oh, thank God. I’m so tired of Chardonnay.”