Th'expression "Moaning Nuns!" it came to me the other day
From that bright soul known to us all - that lady - Mags Cargey!
And after having had a real good giggle, I then thought
"There's something shouting out at me! An anagram! Well sought!"
Because, you see, though not bright (me!), I love to mix up letters
Make other words from out the first; get one up on my betters!
And so, from "moaning nuns" there came "Manning onus" which means
Effectively, the stress's on me! Now built into my genes!
But back to the original plot! A poem now came out..
And can you guess, from "moaning nuns", just what it's all about?
The monastery, full of nuns, and what they did each day
From getting up at break of day, to chapel for to pray
And seek instruction from above - to dig? to plant? to sow?
And in the garden of their chapel, veggies they might grow!
Or maybe sit outside and make some clothes, fit for a queen
To clothe the poor outside their walls, whom they had never seen!
But, not that day! Oh no! Each heard a wee voice in her head
Which seemed to say that on that day, they all must moan instead!
But what about....the weather? Or that now more time each spent
In digging up the garden! And not thinking, say, of Lent!
Or Easter!, maybe Christmas! Or just how each might aspire
To help the poor, enhance their lives, before each could retire
And spend some leisure time, perhaps, in Goring-by-the-Sea
And that's a nice wee place to go, 'cos yes, I've been there, me!
So being most devout, these nuns began each day to practise
Starting, oh so quietly, as though they'd chewed on cactus!
But bit by bit, this sound came out, quite eerie was the noise
And not what they'd been used to, but it gave them equipoise
And after just a few brief weeks, this moaning sound grew loud
As in their habits, clean and fresh, each morning they stood proud
Outside their monastery, while they breathed in fresh clean air
So as they dug their gardens, planted seed, they each could stare
Into the heavens above, convinced the Lord would show no scorn
And that was how the "Moaning Nuns of Glasgow" then was born
So should you hear that eerie sound, and see them pass your way
Please buy some veggies from these Nuns, and cook them right away
And just don't be surprised as in the pot they sit and stew
And give off this queer "moaning" sound, so that both me and you
Will now know just how this convent came to be.....in this "green place"
The sound does not come from the wind, and there is no disgrace
In harbouring this convent, but perhaps this year you might
Within your grocery shopping, add an item - "Ear Plugs - Tight!"
So you won't hear the Moaning Nuns of Glasgow as each day
They wend their way, and sell their goods, and this is so they may
Embrace their Order - "Moaning Nuns of Glasgow" - and be kind
Unto those poor unfortunates which in our streets we find
Beneath the bridges, by the river, searching for a crumb
To pop into their mouths to assuage their hunger, and then some!
You all out there, are thus aware of how you now can hear
That eerie, wailing, moaning sound - but there is nowt to fear!
The Moaning Nuns of Glasgow are just doing what they ought
And helping out the poor in Glasgow, just as they were taught!