A Nun At Midnight

A nun with a gun

A Nun At Midnight

A nun and her station wagon go far

In one direction on the road of life

With no brakes and a loaded gun

On their way to heaven of course

Camped out in the cemetery at midnight

Protected in her habit and giant cross

Made of metal and wood of course

Like a coat of armor to stop bullets

From people like you and you and them

A nun knows what is best in cemeteries

At midnight with a full moon on display

Tomb stones laid bare with names and dates

Secrets beneath crucifixes blessed

Nuns know what is best for death

Pray for the sinners and all that rest

With or without bullets in their chest

Authors note: I invite you to read my short story posted here on this site titled “Incident At The Bay Wharf.” It is lots of fun with guns and bums and nuns.