In the bath I saw two nuns <br />who had four delicious buns. <br />I was perched up on a ledge <br />listened as they talked of pledge <br />when they washed with liquid soap <br />I decided there was hope <br />crawled inside in total silence <br />out of inner lust for violence. <br />Screams were heard and I was caught <br />all the trouble was for naught <br />in the jail I learned to pray <br />had received a lengthy stay. <br />And on Sundays, they would pass <br />first the preachers and the brass <br />then the nuns buns under cover <br />well observed by me, who'd hover <br />on the jail cell's narrow ledge <br />making now a private pledge.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nuns-buns/
