26 MARCH 1965, Page 32

Like a Falcon Flying

On the highway

Three nuns passed me Doing eighty.

Three nuns like Burned croquettes, in a Pale blue Ford sailed Past. Say, sisters Is it okay to break Laws temporal, if keeping The higher ones intact? Do you hold as fact That no patrolman Would siren you down.

Balance his book on whipcord knee As he wrote nuns a ticket?

Have charity then, when we By our bold evasive action Break God's speed limit, Feel that morality Is a motor-cycle, a blue jaw, burly In the rear-view mirror, Though uniformed, a force With which we parlay, Armed by our• habit.

CAROLYN KI/I