So it's Farewell . .

So farewell Burnham, Broadhurst and Newton - you've gone!
The clocks won't stop, the mirrors will not be covered nor the curtains drawn.
Shoppers will pass by closed church doors without even knowing you'd been born!
And yet, within where Missal stands and incense slowly clears,
There will be some who miss you much my dears!

But where women pray and liberals frolic,
Your act today is just [err] more stuff*,
And for those who learnt their faith at mother's knee,
This act, for them, speaks of integrity.

So from a church that sadly passes on,
Where orthodox and moral thoughts in some places are sadly gone.
We hope you enjoy your trip to Rome,
And after you've had your swim,
Whilst celebrating, no doubt, with a well earned gin,
I trust and pray you'll find you're home . .
Let's hope it doesn't turn out to be gin and Lemming!

* Sorry, couldn't seem to find the right rhyming word!


Pax

ps A sad day on many levels and for many reasons