The vicar had as it was writ <br />denounced the devil, in a fit. <br />The one who tempts all mice and men <br />picked on a preacher now and then. <br /> <br />He had, in steaming summer weather <br />sent him a barmaid (name was Heather) . <br />She bore a Bardolino flagon <br />(the vicar had been on the wagon) . <br /> <br />He did resist, at first through prayer <br />but when she lifted the first layer <br />of petticoat and under-ruffles <br />he did go after her sweet truffles. <br /> <br />And while the orgy was in motion <br />the devil, full of hot devotion, <br />snatched quickly, with a fleeting frown <br />a pettycoat and vicar's gown. <br /> <br />God watched with anger and disdain <br />and sent, to punish her, a pain <br />into the depth of loins afire. <br />She whispered, 'now you've hurt me, Sire.' <br /> <br />And so you know what it all means. <br />When youngsters in their early teens <br />experiment above the knee <br />the 'ouch' is spelled virginity.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/church-matters/
