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.
Tag: confession
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.”
Absolution
She sobbed, “Father! It’s so damn involved!
It’s as if the damn whole world revolved
Around him! And, well, yes,
We’ve had sex, I confess.
Do you think that I might be absolved?”
Ablution
“By confession, one gains absolution,
Incest,” the priest said “self-pollution.
Worse too, I daresay;
All one’s sins washed away,
Or at least undergone some dilution!”
Short shrift
Young Kathleen Jones was heard to lament,
(A small act of religious dissent),
“God! What’s wrong with these men?
For a root now and then
I’d quite gladly confess and repent!”
All sinners great and small
In her innocence, Mary, God bless her,
One Friday night asked her confessor,
“If fucking’s a sin…
To not put it all in…
Or to suck it… which sin is the lesser?”
Confession
With her sweetest, most charming expression,
She murmured, “I have a confession…
Before we were wed,
I perhaps should have said
That I worked at world’s oldest profession.”