The good Sisters of Mary, though cloistered,
On Saturday nights drank and roistered.
They kicked up their heels,
With loud drunken squeals,
Bare pussies on show, habits hoisted!
Tag: convent
Twisted sisters
‘Neath the convent’s impressive exterior,
Strange things occurred, ever eerier;
Novices stripped,
Fondled, diddled, or whipped,
At the whim of the Mother Superior!
Get thee to a nunnery
Convent life’s mostly dull and reclusive;
Small pleasures are few, and elusive.
Alone in her cell,
A young nun might as well
Please herself, to which boredom’s conducive.