JOBSA GOOD’N

The preacher on the Radio

Says he’s changed his mind about Dave and Joe

But that chap who’s running the B&B

Still won’t let a room to a him and a he.

While the Archbishop ponders his riven flock

And says we all get a much whiter smock

When we come to the end of this earthly race

Whether or not we are arse about face.

But the question is: What did God intend

If he wanted some to be round that bend

Did he also mix clay for the paedophile

And the chap who looks out for a corpse to defile?

Transgender, cross-dresser and simple ‘don’t know’

Are they all from the Hand of the Great Potter’s throw?

Procreation it seems comes a rather poor last

Fornication’s the thing – to conceive – can’t be arsed!

And when we’ve died out from a progeny dearth

God will sigh a deep sigh – and inherit The Earth.