The Catholics had a fair last night.
I know, because I was there alright.
I did not try the carney-rigged rides
(to spare losing the contents within my insides).
The rides held up fine, there was laughter and ease
complemented supremely by a cool evening breeze.
The Catholics raised money in honor of the saints.
All the revelers seemed happy; I heard no complaints.
As I entered the venue, a priest said hello.
Though I'd never met him, he was among those I know.
Sure there's a fatherly quality about his profession,
(I wonder if he knew it's been a while since confession).