Justin Welby's Dad

Poor old Justin Welby It must have been a shock To find out that he issued from Churchill’s PA’s c*ck Not from the Holy Spirit Or the fairies after all Not a babe in a basket under a bush Down by the garden wall It was a diplomatic missive That brought about his seeding Four dots dash dot dot dash, it said Destroy this after reading For poor old Mother Welby It was just a drunken shag But Browne had an Archbishop In his diplomatic bag And, he really was quite dashing With his huge unholy ***** You would though, wouldn’t you, so Let the sinless queue to stone her Welby ponders wisely Prays, and has a cup of tea Questions divine purposes And how he came to be And comes to the conclusion That it matters not a jot As long as there are biscuits And his tea is piping hot For this is Christianity And though it may seem odd In the game of ‘Who’s yer Father’ Justin Welby’s Dad is God by Gail