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
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