quite ill mannered and mean they are.
In their habit of roaming restlessly.
Not prudish or polite as I
nor prudent or precise perhaps.
Found in place where they shouldn’t be.
Seeking gossip in the sacristy,
with an eye to the confessional.
professing pious outrage
at the tarnation’s of the town.
They move on, searching high and low
from the chapel to the castle
seeking and retrieving,
questing and receiving, stimuli,
they are sad inclined
to get themselves entwine,
habitually ensnared indeed
in business, none of theirs,
and when properly defined,
business you will find
which is also none of mine.
©Dave Kavanagh 2016