before the vicar from ■■■■■■■
calls around for his daily
session of bum groping and
a bus trip to Minehead
which is enlightening for choirboys
who have very sore little
tail gates after the vicar
serviced them with his tool
which looked like Gabriel’s horn
with a big bell end
with a pair of clangers
hanging from the back end
of his boots which say’s
if the bells a ringing
the choirboys wont be singing
iraq by the american and 
we are having a bawl
the vicars and tarts and
sheep are bawling for more
cream cakes from Fionas sticky