Then a vicar appeared
And paid with a card.
The credit was cleared,
The receipt advanced.
Presenting the slip I said, "Sign by the cross."
And I realized and saw that he was
Red in the face.

My slip of the tongue -
The blasphemy -
Couldn't be undone,
And he stared at me.
He signed the receipt and I gave him his part
And he gathered his things and moved to depart
At a lively pace.

What I said
I remember well
Because when I am dead
It'll send me to Hell.
But I hope if the vicar returns he'll forgive me
And ask his God (If he should outlive me)
To show me grace.

I tell this tale
So others may learn
If sentences fail
They are sure to burn
(Unless the have better control of their words
And think them through before they are heard)
In the other place.