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
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