37. Church Service

Church Service

Well I never, who would have thought it?
Susan 'double barrel' sprawled across the king sized bed,
goosebumps appearing in dawn's early light
and her lipstick no longer bright red.

And who's that beside her?  Surely it can't be,
look a bit closer - all hell will be raised!
What will his wife say, with her sister in Dorset
joining in with the chorus on 'Songs of Praise.'

Wait a minute, she's moving, surfacing slowly
the light through the blinds is making her blink,
shifts her position, stretching and yawning,
when she's fully awake, what's she going to think!

But still very sleepy, her eyes not yet open
little by little she finally stirs,
across the blue duvet her fingers slip downward,
then freeze as they stumble on flesh that's not hers.

Now Susan's bolt upright, her face set in horror
as memories from last night flood over at last,
she'd called in to pick up the church flower rota,
and he was so charming, it happened so fast.

They chose colours together and church decoration,
then she was invited to join him to dine,
events then moved on to matters more pressing,
blame all on the strength of consecrated wine.