I remember the day when the nun passed away
in the year of nineteen twenty seven.
She was buried at noon to her favourite tune
and went to see God up in heaven.
She knocked at the door and small boy of four
said “I have some good news to tell.
You must leave here tonight, turning left at the lights,
and you’ll find your new home down in Hell.”
She said “What do you mean, this is really obscene.
I spent ninety years as a nun?”
“That’s right the boy said, a chaste life you’ve lead,
and now it’s your turn to have fun!”
A short, hopefully amusing poem showing that God, indeed, does work in mysterious ways!