Ode to the LCWR

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.

The future of women religious!