So
wild the Priest in practice,
he
came form youth to be,
offered
to a fair few maids,
before
he knew what he'd see.
At
first a childhood sweetheart,
longed
for his best desire.
Next
the shotgun wedding,
saw
him running as if on fire.
Third
a girl at choir school,
was
bent over pews of oak,
and
by the fourth he parried,
to
get wed before it broke.
His
life a story, a pantomime,
so
much we had to laugh,
yet
Dave sincerely felt our scorn,
though
we'd only heard the half.
He
left the priesthood under cloud,
for
living life without restraint,
we
could see what they had not,
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