Forty and Four

Never what they expect
"you don't look like a pastor"

yeah it's the boobs,
a dead give away

I don't look like the middle-age
man in a suit
they have come to assume
is you

Glad you ditched the flowing robes
and wavy white hair
tweed and seersucker isn't much better

I may not look like a pastor,
you may not look like God
the boobs always keep them guessing