'Twas the Day Before Monday

'Twas the Day Before Monday

‘Twas the day before Monday

And all through the nave,

My nose it was a-stirring

I think, of rotten eggs.

Up from my knee bench,

I jumped from my pew,

Ran to the vestibule

To verify what I knew.

A brief talk with the warden

With no time to spare,

He said the rotten eggs I smell

Is natural gas in the air.

He dashed toward the altar

Told the preacher to “take heed”

And “evacuate this congregation

With great speed!”

“But first,” said the preacher,

“There is something to say,

Before we exit,

I think I must pray.”

The warden so astonished

At what he just heard,

Looked at the preacher,

And asked, “Seriously?”