We got religion bridging the gulf and the wolf at the door is so polite, but still growls as he says, 'are you coming out or are we staying in for the night?'

I opted for in because religion started me thinking about sin and the more that I thought the more I was glad that I'd hidden that girly mag that I went out for and bought.

A minor lapse and not total moral collapse.

The evangelists would have me hung, drawn and quartered, the bloodthirsty lot..

(Haha 'Lot', did you get the reference? Ok, take it or leave it preferably with a pinch of salt)

I got homework and housework and work'll be the death of me
either that or boredom which lies off the coastline of 'what a waste of time that was'.

Anyway, it's bedtime, milk, cookie and story time, teddy bear and picnic time?
No
just bedtime.