Agony Aunt

 

AGONY AUNT

 

 

 

Do I go to church? No, I don't

 

In what I should do, I'm defiant

 

Will you ever go? No, I won't

 

As you can see, I'm self-reliant

 

 

 

I have a phobic aunt who jumps

 

Every time someone mentions God

 

In the night, she hears all the bumps

 

Hates being on her tod

 

 

 

Alas, this woebegone relation

 

Every Sunday takes her favourite pew

 

She's really into adoration

 

Attends to be cleansed through and through

 

 

 

Afterwards, she would trot home humming

 

Absolutely certain she'd been saved

 

But every night she'd hear something coming

 

A thump of a heart that's depraved

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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