Image: – Andre Govia
Mother Superior banged her cane on the desk
“Faith, Hope and Charity sit up.
What a misnomer you three turned out to be.”
Faith was a feckless girl
Hope was plain reckless
And Charity was simply thick,
At least in Mother Superior’s opinion.
“It’s a disgrace to the Lord that you girls be called
Faith, Hope and Charity
When you haven’t a brain between you.
It’s a wonder you know when to come in out of the rain.”
She admonished the girls at every opportunity
Empty vessels she called them
And sat them to one side of the room.
There they caused no trouble
Other than constantly chatting to each other
She’d whack the cane on the desk closest
Bringing them to order.
When the Bishop visited he marvelled at the girls
Dressed the same, the same gormless look,
They answered the same
When asked by the Bishop
to say an Act of Faith, Hope or Charity
“In God we trust.” They chorused.
The Bishop was beside himself with joy
Suggested to Mother Superior the girls be rewarded.
She bowed graciously, “Yes my Lord.”
But when he left she rolled her eyes
Joked with the class.
The girls sat silently, wondering what they had done
As around them everyone cheered
As Mother Superior announced a reward for all.