Boxgrove Abbey Church,
Buttresses’ flying in the April rain,
The last church on our list, today.
I am drawing in the chancel,
Rosie investigates the nave.
All of a sudden barking,
Someone else has entered in,
Rosie sounds the alert,
All a bit of a din.
We make ourselves known to Vicky,
A visitor to the church,
She’s come to make an arrangement,
For her wedding later this year.
Exchange we greetings and details,
For only just in case,
Her planned for Order of Service,
A drawing of mine may grace.