She’d confessed her sins. Meekly she knelt,
To accept whate’er penance was dealt,
On the cold altar stairs,
For the priest’s mournful prayers,
Or the kiss of the cane, or his belt.
Tag: priest
Undertow
Father Davies, the priest at All Hallows,
Red-faced, wheezing loud as a bellows,
Plunged deep into sin,
(He thought all the way in),
Though, as yet, he but dipped in the shallows.
Offeratory
Though she sings in the church and loves Jesus,
Disrobing, she afterwards teases
The cock of the priest,
Which, when firm and uncreased,
She allows him to put where he pleases.
Pastoral matters
As a Catholic priest, he eschews
Married life, and should also refuse,
As a man of the cloth,
And on pain of God’s wrath,
Sex with those whom he’s prone to abuse.
To forgive is divine
Despite his professions of piety,
Often, at night, on the quiet, he
Went out in mufti,
And those whom he stuffed, he
Forgave for their lapse in propriety.
God bless her
Called to bless her, the scurrilous priest
Eyed the pretty girl, not long deceased.
He would later confess
He looked under her dress,
And caressed her cold nipples, the beast!