Thankyou for the gays

Who nowadays

Lead “Songs of Praise”

On Sundays;

The pink and purple gays

Can take their picks

Of bishoprics

From Leith to Lundy.

 

The Pontifex

Says he objects

 It’s “No” to sex

So stick a fish up;

A man of cloth

Can’t plight his troth

So must jack off

If he’s a bishop.

 

But if your queer

Well never fear

For help is near

For Nige and Quentin;

Just keep well hid

What they forbid

You never did

Just like Bill Clinton.

 

Gays, who for years we would besmirch

Gays, now are vicars in the Church;

Live normal lives,

Enjoy a pie, a cig, a pint or even piss-up;

Have blokes for wives

But must abstain from shagging Wayne

Now he’s a bishop.

 

I wish that bishops could tomorrow

Be free as me to spit or swallow openly

 

Thankyou for the gays

Who nowadays

Lead “Songs of Praise”

On Sundays;

The pink and purple gays

Can take their picks

Of bishoprics

From Leith to Lundy.