Which is not

In itself

A bad habit

But what shocks me

Is that Tracey

Is a nun

A real life nun

Who lives with other nuns

In a large building

With nice windows

She also goes commando

On hot summer days

I did not believe this confession

Until she lifted her habit

And showed me

Her hairy place of dirty fun

She then suggested that

That we should travel together

Into the Elysian Fields

Which confused

The fuck out of me

As I did not know

What it meant

So I made my excuses

And returned to my beat

As there were bad people

Stealing crisps and dalmatians

In my little home town



Silly Boy