Mrs. Donovan was walking down O'Connell Street in Dublin when she met up with Father Flaubert.
The Priest said, 'Top o' the mornin' to ye! Aren't ye Mrs. Donovan and didn't I marry ye and yer Hoosband two years ago?'
She replied, 'Aye, that ye did, Father.'
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The Priest asked, 'And be there any wee little ones yet?' She replied, 'No, not yet, Father.'
The Priest said, 'Well now, I'm going to Rome next week and I'll light a fertility candle for ye and yer hoosband.'
She replied, 'Oh, thank ye, Father...' They then parted ways.. Some years later they met again. The Priest asked, 'Well now, Mrs. Donovan, how are ye these days?'
She replied, 'Oh, very well, Father!' The Priest asked, 'And tell me, have ye any wee ones yet?'
She replied, 'Oh yes, Father! Two sets of twins and six singles, Ten in all!'
The Priest said, 'That's wonderful! And how is yer loving hoosband doing?'
She replied, 'E's gone to Rome to blow out yer fookin candle!
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