In the Church

Viola and I were sitting in the pews of a busy church

We were both drinking coffee from mugs one and two

I was a little embarrassed as I was wearing only a pair of brief undershorts

Under my naval dressing gown

Vila sensed my embarrassment and gave me the o from her first name

This touched me greatly

As I knew she could not travel without it

The curate and the new vicar

Were building a small wall

With damp sandbags

As a storm was expected

Mugs One & Two

As she was caressing

The curate’s balls

I slipped the missing letter

Into Viola’s coffee mug

Without her knowing

She left the church soon after

And took my brief undershorts

With her as an act of revenge

The curate and the new vicar

Gave me sanctuary that evening

And gave me a new business suit

On Saint Crotone’s Day