The Diary of a Churchmouse

Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the Vicar never looks I nibble through old service books. Lean and alone I spend my days Behind this Church of England baize. I share my dark forgotten room With two oil lamps and half a broom. The cleaner never bothers me So . . . → Read More: The Diary of a Churchmouse