I'd heard it once the prayer before
It nudged my concentrating
But now the fistle just in front
Was mildly irritating
It seemed the last attempt had failed
Through lack of careful planning
And now this new assault must be
Successful but demanding
An air of confidence appeared
Mid coughs and blowing noses
The volume rose as prayers were spoke
With silence in the pauses
'Till finally the job was done
"Amen" we all recited
But sweet and paper were firm friends
They would not be disunited
That final tug was all in vain
The job must start anew
The boiled sweet lay in tatters
Beneath the wooden pew
The moral of this story is
Be silent when you pray
For I know how our victim felt
It was me last Sabbath Day
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