Third grade was a long year
she said
They had habits like coffins
And rulers like hammers
And the Sisters of the Blessed ****** Mary
Showed slightly less mercy
she said
Than the Sister for whom they were named
And St. Brigid loved learning
But *the one who went home and
Told her father I hit her*
Was no saint
she said
Though she wanted to be a nun
she said
And the nuns in San Anselmo
Were like
dying
and
going to heaven
she said
And the air in the city
Was like breathing a bruise
And Auntie Rose was a fixer-upper
she said
And
she said
Thank you.
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 6:15 PM UTC
Third grade was a long year
she said
They had habits like coffins
And rulers like hammers
And the Sisters of the Blessed ****** Mary
Showed slightly less mercy
she said
Than the Sister for whom they were named
And St. Brigid loved learning
But *the one who went home and
Told her father I hit her*
Was no saint
she said
Though she wanted to be a nun
she said
And the nuns in San Anselmo
Were like
dying
and
going to heaven
she said
And the air in the city
Was like breathing a bruise
And Auntie Rose was a fixer-upper
she said
And
she said
Thank you.