That's Okay Then
Nine A.M. one Tuesday morning,
there’s a constant steady stream,
when a bell tolls out to summon,
those kids in uniforms of green.
This local Catholic College,
run by the Nuns and Brothers,
is where kids of the faith are taught,
more strictly than the others.
Now in one of these 'saintly' rooms,
where a Nun controls her class,
begins with prayers and homage,
a lesson all these kids must pass.
She questioned on a lighter side,
as she sat there on a stool,
asking, "What do you want to be,
when finally you leave school?"
Little Johnny's hand was rigid,
the Nun's finger’s aimed his way,
"I 'wanna' be a murderer".
The Nun replied. "What did you say?"
She’s pulling out the once used cane,
"Now Johnny murdering is bad?"
"But I 'wanna' slaughter animals,
down at the abattoir like Dad".
Sally yelling "Mother, mother".
The Nun scowled at her impute,
"Mother I know what I want to be,
I want to be a prostitute".
The Nun fell back and left the stool,
and hit her head against the wall,
kids were screaming out in panic,
‘til she recovered from her fall.
Revived she said "Say that again!"
And then restrained her rant.
"Oh praise, praise sweet Jesus…
I thought you said a Protestant!"
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