Canisius & St Joseph's Poem by John Sensele

Puns of Cosetco spun us into her vortex
Two grouchy strangers in range when we met
Sparring and roaring until we became ex
For fate and its pate ensured we couldn't pet.

Canisius and St Joseph's we trode
To ply our trade and award grades
For homework and test God
Ordained and predestined for their serenades.

Steps big and small walked to your mom's doorway
To negotiate and supplicate a transaction
Meant to cement a future demented along the way
When somehow destiny imposed a sanction.

Ways parted, we trode our separate ways
Daughters, sons and grandchildren came along
Lives blossomed but a memory stays
At the back of minds and faces grew long.