Who's To Absolve the Jersey Stitch?
Whose vows were frequently broken
So she called on the priest
Whose resistance was least
And showed him her prowess in strokin'
There was an archbishop from Rome
Who kept several whores in his home
He'd bless them all day
Then fervishly pray
They'd buff his Vatican dome
Theres was a Lutheran from Kent
Whose dicker was aged and spent
He tried out a potion
Of baby oil lotion
And now the baby is slipp'ry and bent
A vicar was reading the mass
While focussed on some woman's ass
He'd fumble the verses
Which came out like curses
Directed toward the poor lass
The deacon was feeling an itch
So he thought he might try a new pitch
He said, "I'll confess you"
"Please come to my rescue"
"I'll absolve you down to last stitch."
| Contributors: | limerick, N, F, Karen, smrtypnts, sp. |
| Poem finished: | 26th August 2003. |