The priest came on at Paddington
Sat across from me
I nodded in a nonchalant way
He gazed inside of me
So strange
Like he knew
Where I was going to
Mrs Black, just sex
Well, that’s not really true
There was her friend
But that was because Mrs Black had the flu
You can understand the sacrifice I made
I know you can relate
Don't look at me like that
I was getting round to Pat and Jill
But you should know
They said they were on the pill
I know I don't see the kids
You can understand
Being a man of the cloth
The busy lives we lead
Time just gets away
I suppose in a way we’re both the same
Tending to our flocks
Putting the world to rights
Me and you
We are the few
He got up to leave
I feel his hand on my sleeve
Enough said
He punches me on the head
I’m in total confusion
He makes the sign
Go with god my son
I've administered your absolution.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Humor
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Comments3
I feel like I can relate to this too much. As my father is a Christian, I'm taken to church against my will, and every time a pastor looks at me, I feel like they have the power to just TELEPATHY into my brain and find out all my sins 🤣But honestly this was a witty poem. Kudos to you! 💖
Getting god drummed into you, it's like the Christian manual gone mad.
I heard a true story.
One of the cloth, said 'I'm a man of peace; and if you don't agree with me, I will punch ya on the nose!'
Sounds about right to me.
Is that where that saying come from. Getting hot under the collar.
I’m joining Teddy with her handbag! I’ll carry 2! A really good laugh in the morning thank you.
You need a laugh in the morning.
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