a church going woman
confident in her faith
she would say
i don’t need
some old pastor
to tell me
what it is
it ain’t gonna change
she asked me
her to church
none of my business
i did ask
there’s a new young preacher
all the old ladies
their unwed daughters
will be out in force
all carrying their bibles
like cinderella’s shoe
that’s a show
i don’t want
thank you for starting my Monday off with a smile. lovely tale…
haha… thats too funny… (i’ve missed reading things like this)
The social aspect of religion (: Aunt Bea sounds like a woman w/ a keen sense of humor in all circumstances.
haha…can you tell me which church this is…think i should visit as well…haha..
oh…and not to meet the young preacher…but aunt bea of course…smiles
How funny. Love Anut Bea!
Hahahaha – this poem is just fantastic –
‘all carrying their bibles
like cinderella’s shoe’ is magical stuff.
Hahaha. Aunt Bea knows. I’d be there checking out the young preacher too. Hallelujah!!
I love this!! “…carrying their Bibles like Cinderella’s shoe”. Excellent!!! 🙂
Hehe – she’s a wily one, that Aunt Bea
reminded me of jane austen’s pride and prejudice, sense and sensibility 🙂
just loved it!
before reading these novels and watching these movies i used to think that this is the specialty of Indian women. We human beings are too alike to ignore.
Hahahaha. What a sharp small town eye!!
What a hoot! I once had an Anglican priest (woman) tell me how upsetting it was that parishioners never try to match-make the women clergy. I thought to myself, ‘Lord, say thanks for that!”
Hope you tore it up Bea!
A bit of humor amid the serious. Delightful, your Aunt Bea.
I love you Aunt Bea Poems!