My lovely Pope, my lovely PopeMy lovely pope running through the Vatican,
Where are you going with your cassock blowing in the wind?
I want to shower you with communion wafers,
And ride you over pulpits,
Polish your mitre every single day,
And bring you to the pope dentist,
(Where are you going with your cassock blowing in the wind?
I want to shower you with communion wafers,
And ride you over pulpits,
Polish your mitre every single day,
And bring you to the pope dentist,
butchbint,
Fri 26 Sep 2003, 14:22,
archived)
words escape me.except these ones of course.
( Professor Fnord Regius Professor of B3ta Chronology,
Fri 26 Sep 2003, 14:26,
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