Women pray to their various gods,
Pious whispers and gestures and nods.
If their gods only knew
The lewd things they then do,
They’d be damned, but then, what are the odds?
Tag: religion
Ways and means
Though her parents were terribly strict,
Despite morals they tried to inflict,
Still, they couldn’t have known
Things she did on her own,
Nor how often her pussy got licked!
The Friars of Bath
The good friars of Bath, I’m afraid,
Have assaulted the scullery maid!
The sods rogered her merrily,
Yea, in ways, verily,
Too, that the Bible forbade!
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?”
The road to sainthood
Monstrous men! Have they no self-restraint?
Wicked instruments! Grotesquely quaint…
The Breast-Ripper! The Pear…
(Shoved up heaven-knows-where!)
But needs must, or else not be a saint.
The sins of the mother
God said no, but poor Kate wasn’t listening,
Legs spread, her young pussy glistening!
Lord! how she’d come!
“Wake up, girl!” called her Mum,
“We’ll be bloody well late for the christening!”
Apple of his eye
Through the stained glass, the light fell to dapple
Her splendid young bosom, in chapel,
Delicious temptation
To cohabitation,
With which Father Riley must grapple!
The apostate
Since she’d got over God, thoughts of hell,
She found life much more fun, truth to tell;
She’d go out, get a skinful,
Come over all sinful,
And get herself rooted, as well!
Sabbatical
Wretched, treacherous, lecherous priest!
When she cried, his lust only increased!
In her prayers, she thanked God
That the randy old sod
Didn’t fuck her on Sundays at least.
Sackcloth and ashes
I’ve been weak, said the priest at confession,
Had sex with young girls, a transgression.
I’ll pray hard tonight,
Do some penance. Alright?
Anything but the scourge and the hessian!