I can imagine myself
as a choirboy,
some feat!

Sunday does that to you,
flattens the curve for you
and fattens the calf for you
if you are a Vegetarian
you
don't get a look in.

The Vicar's sat in the clink
thinking
my God
what was I thinking,
and not for what you're thinking
he got caught drinking and driving
and is now doing a stretch in Dartmoor.