The Unholy Trinity

Sunday morning's allure peels Pedophiles click their heels Sunday School an open door Fleshy choices on the floor Parent's trust in Holy God While evil men sheepskin shod Eye their apples on the job Which to tickle poke or bob The jolly knight's chief desire Blond hair blue eyes he'd require The Scotsman chants lyric verse With boys alone he'd converse The coat of many colors, He'd slip between boys covers In church, at prayers so divine Poor mums, they receive no sign Pius pastors' theology Teaches on Pistology Their divine career assured The Sods left un-turned accord Sing on all in Holy Song Blind the mothers right or wrong Move Minister to Bishop Precious Pawns instead they chop Alone in Saint Ives to rot