Boxgrove
Abbey Church,
Buttresses’
flying in the April rain,
The last
church on our list, today.
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.
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| ROSIE THE VIGILANT |
Exchange we greetings and details,
For only
just in case,
Her planned
for Order of Service,
A drawing
of mine may grace.
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