Mrs Donovan was walking down the street in Dublin when she met up with Father Flaherty.
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?”
“Aye, that ye did, Father,” said Mrs Donovan.
“And be there any wee little ones yet?”
“No, not yet, Father.”
“Well now, I’m going to Rome next week and I’ll light a fertility candle for ye and yer hoosband.”
“Oh, thank ye, Father …”
They then parted ways.
Some years later they met again.
Father Flaherty asked, “Well now, Mrs Donovan, how are ye these days?”
She replied, “Oh, very well, Father.”
“And tell me, have ye any wee ones yet?”
“Oh yes, Father! Two sets of twins and six singles, Ten in all.”
“Great!” exclaimed the priest.
“And how is yer loving hoosband doing?”
Mrs Donovan replied, “Well he’s gone to Rome to blow out yer flamin’ candle!”