This Church

This Church is now silent, like a Pharaoh's Grand Tomb,

But earlier the full Circus of a Bride and her Groom.

The Families that came were United as one,

With Good Wishes galore to a Daughter and Son.

With all serious intent they uttered their Vows,

'Forsaking all Others' should Temptation allow,

For theres no going back, The Rubicon now swum,

With a final 'I Do'  and all business was done.

And close on it's Heels a Christening was had,

But not by the 'Wedded' I hastily add.

Around the aged Fount all promises were said,

And the best of all British for the Road laid ahead.

Then a Solemn Occasion to finish the day,

A Dearly Departed to Heaven we Pray,

The Tears were all flowing for the Tenant in Pine,

And remind One and All of our own Earthly time,

For the Stones in the Yard bare the Names of the Souls,

Who once sang to the Rafters, all Patrons of old.

But; This Church is now Closed, the Bolts on the Door,

We are now on the 'Web' if you need to know more.

All Christians are welcome; 'Darwinian's' we'd love,

For you'll require a Service of the Three set above.