The flying nun

The flying nun

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Dressed in white she was
hailing a taxi, Nun Theresa.
The driver none the wiser.
Where are you going?
City town hall thanks.

Excuse me for asking
but I’ve never kissed a nun before.
Well, you can kiss me handsome
on two conditions.
You can’t be Catholic or married.
I am neither. replied the driver.

After a pash session
and back to driving
the driver says. I lied.
I have a confession to make.
I am married and
I am Catholic.

That’s alright said the nun.
I have a confession to make too.
My real name is Kevin
and I’m off to a Halloween party.

© 2025 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 19, 2025
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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