There once
was a group of old sisters
Who
just weren’t very good listeners.
Church
doctrine, it’s said,
Was
over their heads;
True logic
just gave them blisters.
These
sisters tried to refine
What
constitutes the divine.
Their
habits they shed,
Gray
hairs grew on their heads,
And
their lives became re-defined.
But the
“old men” in Rome grew weary
Of those
nuns so dark and dreary.
The men
said, “Reform
And
comply with the norm!”
(And
they even added, “Hear ye!”)
Sister
Joan says, “We’ve done nothing wrong;
We want
to keep going along
Thinking
our thoughts –
Not
connecting the dots.
Logic’s
not part of our song.”
“Ordination
of women,” they say,
“Will
come to the Church one fine day.
The old
men in Rome
Will
have to go home
When
wymenpriests come here to stay.”
“It’s
our right to think it!” says Joan,
With a
sad little sigh and a moan.
She
spouts ideology
In
place of theology
Despite
all the lies that are sown.
They
cry for “justice and peace”,
With
whining that simply won’t cease.
“Let women
abort!”
“Let ‘gay’
folks consort!”
They’ve
forgotten the unborn – the “least”.
The
LCWR
Is just
a falling star.
They
ought to disband,
Cuz the
Church just can’t stand
To let
them remain as they are.
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BRAVO, JAY!!! Wonderfully put and done. Congrats!!
ReplyDeleteWell done!
ReplyDeleteTo echo your excellent verse... a few lines, in a similar spirit, to an anonymous LCWR type:
Sister's got her knickers in a knot
'cause the bishops, to her hi-jinx, said "Not!"
Rome said "You're done!"
- hey, it's nun on the run.
Farewell to her nun-sense and rot.
Wendell - way to go! I'll enlist your help the next time!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant!!
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