It’s Good Friday but I don’t feel good
Haven’t been to church as I should.
I’ve celebrated the Eucharist with a hot cross bun
On the day God sacrificed his only son.
In Oxfam I just bought a figurine of the last supper
Not for thirty silver pieces but for copper.
Although my health is frail my faith’s unshaken,
But I emailed the vicar in case he was mistaken.
The ding dong’s over, I’ve had crumpets and I feel in clover.
This week I did the things I had to do leaving not much to chew.
The sun is shining but it’s cold outside, I have a healthy sense of pride,
not overweening sin, I hope, that might be censured by the Pope,
but pleasure in accomplishment, accompanied by merriment.
I’m going to take it easy now and later cook some sausages for chow.
Bangers and mash for Sunday supper, surely that’s the supreme upper?!