Kristy Brodie was well-nigh a saint,
A good catholic girl, free from taint,
Till the good life she tasted,
Declared her life wasted:
What trace of her virtue’s left’s faint!
Tag: catholicism
Sacrifice
Though he’d given up fucking for Lent,
This young pussy was damn heaven sent,
Father Riley opined…
Sure and God wouldn’t mind…
A small sin, and he’d later repent.
Forgiveness
The big bosom with which she’d been blessed,
The wild lust she kept mostly suppressed,
Caused her often to sin,
When guys wanted, to sin…
All forgiven, of course, once confessed.
Saving grace
“Then he fucked me,” she said to the priest.
“The vile, wretched, lascivious beast!”
“It’s a sin,” he replied.
“That cannot be denied,
But thank God, he’s a Cath’lic, at least!”
Venial sin
She does root, though she’s very discreet…
If she fancies a fellow, she’ll cheat…
An occasional yes
She need hardly confess…
Sin a notion she thinks obsolete!
Perceptiveness
“Bless me, Father,” she whispered, confessing…
“For lewd thoughts I’ve had while undressing…
I’ve touched myself too,
And I’ve been touched by you…
And might be touched some more, too, I’m guessing.”
To skin a cat
“Well, she said. “We can either elope,
Go get married, and bugger the pope,
Or… I just won’t say yes…
You can rip off my dress,
Tie me up… Look, I brought my own rope!”
Sex education for Catholics
Then her mother said “Mind my words, Brigid.
Men’s pricks are always halfway rigid.
Don’t go tempting fate;
Once it’s done, it’s too late!
Keep your panties on, act like you’re frigid.”
Brides of Christ
Sister Frances, while at her devotions,
Was prone to erotic emotions;
How painfully odd,
Being married to God!
One of many strange Catholic notions!
On a mission
Though a priest of the Roman religion,
Of morals he had not a smidgen!
A swine before pearls,
He corrupted young girls
In Swahili and Hindu and Pidgin.