Lascivious Padre, salacious, and promiscuous,

Would it not serve you better to be religious?

Should there not be one honest woman

To whom you have not promised heaven

Through the attention of your pillicock?

Must you skewer every ewe among your flock?

That sacred staff of yours, your treasure,

You must find raw, abraded beyond measure

From its constant state of excitation

And unrelenting quest of penetration.

Yea, for every virgin you confess

There is another cunny to be blessed.