In school they taught us how to iron men’s clothes
Handkerchiefs,shirts and even hose
I dreamed I took the iron from the nun’s grip
Then I laid her down and ironed her till quite flat.
And so it was I found my rage within
I went to school to learn and not to sin
I never told my mother of my dream
In case a flattened nun would make her scream.
I should have taken sculpture in a class
Then made a model of this nun in glass
After she was flattened she looked good
A piece of clay could well have understood
My dreams escape as I awaken now
Just in case I might flatten a brown cow
