Perfect cook. <br />Perfect housekeep. <br /> <br />...just like she was for her father. <br /> <br />Now she serves <br />these holy fathers <br /> <br />with delights that <br />titilates their palettes <br /> <br />...always wanting more! <br /> <br />And with such propiety <br />proper to her servitude <br /> <br />she answers to their every whim. <br /> <br />They adore her shanks <br />of lamb <br /> <br />(she looks boldly the young ones in they eye as they look boldly at her) <br /> <br />her veal <br />eaten with <br />almost religious zeal <br />and drool. <br /> <br />She has them salivating <br />with her tender breasts <br /> <br />(the old ones are the worst) <br /> <br />of chicken cooked <br />in a creamy pepper sauce. <br /> <br />They all come <br />again for seconds. <br /> <br />She smiles at them <br />the glutton men <br /> <br />giving their c**ks up <br />for Christ <br /> <br />suppresing their sexuality <br /> <br />for the pride of Mummy <br />('My son...the priest! ') <br /> <br />indulging in their <br />own particular littlel voice <br /> <br />(third choir boy on the right) . <br /> <br />She gazes at <br />the statue <br /> <br />of the Blessed Virgin Mary <br /> <br />and it seems they both <br />smile...knowingly <br /> <br />remembering her <br />in London <br /> <br />not as she is now <br /> <br />stripping off <br />her basque and garters <br /> <br />sliding up