Father Ducky and The Bible

There’s a priest nicknamed Ducky, Who one day told me to open a bible. I did so in front of him. And he read the bible and told Me to take that as a premonition, Of how my luck will turnout in life. Now I don’t read the bible anymore, A book belonging to Christianity,…

The Priest and the Nun

The night blanketed in an autumn chill Leaves treading lightly to the soil’s fill Patches of burgundy amidst skeletal maples Rustling and rocking to the fall mistrals The moon pries from her heavenly perch At a lass sitting outside an archaic church The night juvenile sprouting of desire For her heart is a lantern kindled…