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: sin
Beyond the pale
A good girl, till she went off the rails,
She runs round with single white males.
She screws and drinks gin
With her partners in sin,
In comparison with whom she pales.
A fitting end
Yes, she knew what a sin she’d committed,
Great fun, though! she slyly admitted .
She’d thought at the start
It might tear her apart,
In the end,though, thank God, it had fitted!