Love Thy Clergy.

 

i enjoy making love to the

vicar – all that fumbling under

the frock – but the problem of

sex with the vicar is keeping

one eye on the clock

 

when the hours for business

are open and the telephones

ring without pause about

christenings for newly born

babies or the morgue with the

unburied corpse

 

importantly banns which

need reading or alpha course

planning undone with the

burdens abounding the clergy

sometimes the job isn’t fun

 

popping indoors for a quickie

to the chiming of campanile

cords we’re often late back

for choir practice when the

organist frowns like a sword

 

i love making love to the

vicar with passion to bring on

a thirst – yes i love making

love to the vicar but I’m glad

that i married her first

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Philipos

Mon 31st Jan 2011 10:21

Hi Ann - glad you were cheered up a little (not sure why you're down) but spring is on the way - I suppose Love Thy Clergy is a poem you could invite your audience to write their own last line for - thanks for comments x

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Ann Foxglove

Mon 31st Jan 2011 06:42

This poem cheered me up (a bit!) So thanks and well done! I kinda wish they weren't married though - but that's just me!

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