There's one strange place he goes every week

Where they dare to mean what they speak

With ease and clarity

They do this as Charity

 

Naming it something that oozes bile

So vagrant, offensive but with a smile

He cares alot for this place

To make my money and save face

 

The kids are Chidren and not Young People

To spare the blushes of the steaple

Such flippant stories straight from hell

So scandelous, a tabloid would surely love to tell

 

Another story and another cringe from me

A safeguarding plea being written, I can see

Where is the care of thought toward the vulnerable young people

Whose hearts weigh heavy with torment unseen