SULLIVAN'S
O'DIOCESE
My church, she is a Catholic,
Episcopalean, too.
It really doesn't matter that...
Hank killed a Saint, a few.
He also had, oh, several wives,
And took some of their heads.
But Church of England called him first,
That stallion of all beds.
Carthusians, smarthusians,
In habits hung around.
Quiet, not like Campion,
Hank brought that braggart down.
And merry, Margaret Clitherow,
Oh, what a cheeky dame.
Hiding priests behind her skirts,
Hank crushed her little game.
Then Thomas More, oh what a bore.
They pleaded, some did cry.
"Let horny Hank play his bed prank,
Just nod and wink an eye!"
But Sully says, "That's long ago.
Those times are of past scene."
For those who are not colored-blind,
Our Sully's orange, not green!
And orange is faded blood, once red,
From martyred, by Hank's lust.
Sully, there's no life in bread
That’s only protestant crust!
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Wow... Longskirts strikes again! What a pointed poem, Mrs. Flanery; it's really good! I love it!
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