Ode to a Crotchety Nun
Wakes up too early, still complains
Of how no others share her pains
Dressing blithely (as a habit)
Small nose twitching, like a rabbit.The juniors who’d become her peers
Were better in her younger years
The new wool fabric’s poor and rough
The weather’s never good enough.Betwixt the times of ministries
She’s nigh impossible to please
Yet first to heed the Order’s call
An inspiration to us all.Amen.
Part of Poem-a-day 2012. Title donated by Lies R.