Catholic Sundays

 

Catholic Sundays are different

From Protestant ones I’ve known.

When I was Baptist,

I didn’t know what

Was going on.

But at the Catholic Church,

Everyone knows the prayers;

Everyone can read along

With the prayers in the Missal.

Every word the Priest says is there.

Nobody has eaten, but,

Nobody is hungry,

Not after Communion,

And there have been plenty

Of times when I’ve seen

Dr. Sister Pauline Nugent

(Or is it Sister Doctor?

Either way, she’s a nun

And a professor)

Drain the rest of the blood.

After Mass,

We break the fast.

The Priest sits with us,

And some Sisters,

And old Jack.

Jack likes to talk about Chicago.

He tells the same story twice,

Alzheimer’s,

And can’t remember he just told it.

But the stories are good,

So we don’t mind.

We just eat our donuts.