A warm welcome

He was wearing the wrong kind of clothing

His awkwardness  gave him away

He wore a white mac

With  my footprints on the back

Where forever they will rightly stay,

He went out to Mass on  a Sunday

And confessed all his sins well before.

He  suffered from pride

And many women he eyed.

Whom he gave a warm welcome and more.

The religious folk seem to get tempted

By the sins that they  wrongly fear  most.

They think of smart asses

And lasses in glasses

When  of their salvation they boast

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About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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