The deacon said sick and suffering
And a victim of abuse

I could try to speak of Professor McGinn
But it would probably be no use

The priest seemed suspicious of poetry
Or maybe a bit jealous too

I think he is a good man
I'll try to show him what I can do

The monsignor spoke knowingly
Against fascist Italians

He smiled at me with the Eucharist
Maybe I'm an Irish stallion?