Life's Burdens

Young Billy was sitting in church with his mum,

Excited at what lay in store

For today was the day when the bishop would come

And he’d not seen a bishop before.

The choir appeared and processed down the aisle

With the bishop in tow at the rear.

“Look at his hat!” Billy said with a smile,

“It looks like an African spear.”

“That isn’t a hat,” his poor mother sighed,

“On a bishop they call it a mitre.”

“It must weigh a ton,” little Billy replied,

“Why can’t he wear something lighter?”