It was not his intent to besmirch
The good name of the girl, though the church,
Of course, turned her away.
She was just a good lay;
It was more in the way of research!
Tag: religion
Spanish girls
The religious young women of Spain,
As a matter of faith, show disdain
For the birth-control pill,
And for condoms, (which spill),
Though they don’t therefore, thank God, abstain!
Penance
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.
Inner thoughts
By her lustfulness tortured infernally,
Damned though she’d be, then, eternally,
Much as she’d tried,
Having felt it outside,
How she yearned, now, to feel it internally!
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.
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.
Old time religion
The old bishops of Rome once exhorted
That heretics had to be slaughtered,
Flayed, burnt at the stake,
(Though sometimes by mistake),
Jews and Protestants hung, drawn and quartered.
The papist
He’s respectable, shy and a papist,
In secret though, sickly escapist,
And when not at church
He submits to the birch;
He’s a pedophile too, and a rapist.