Absolution, a Tonic
The time has come for confession.
It's time for the terrible shocks,
that I'm spreading to Father O'Leary
inside his confessional box.
Father soon gave me the lead,
promising his healing ear,
but I just hope he's prepared
for what he's going to hear.
'Forgive me Father I've sinned,
and sinned in a terrible way,
so I must beg your forgiveness',
then continued with what I've to say.
"Last night I was powered with lust,
with wont of creating new life.
Father I sinned with five women;
each a fiancé or wife.
The Father ne'er spoke for a minute,
then gave this answer to me,
"Go squeeze the juice of five lemons,
with grapefruit and mix thoroughly".
He said I must drink in one go,
this mixture of sour solution.
That is when I said to Father,
"Is this for my absolution?"
"Good heavens no!" Father denied,
"Absolution is out of the race,
this is what I'd call a tonic,
to get the smile off your face!"
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2019
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