Sister's Bad Habit
The drunkard knelt praying,
While the nun stood cursing,
Fingering her Rosary,
One link missing,
A bead fell from the chain,
While the sot began pissing,
The sluggard stood slurring,
On the bead he was slipping,
In spilled whiskey,
He lost his brain,
Hail Mary,
Check his pockets,
Find some silver,
Buy some bread,
Bottle-cap his eyes and fold his hands,
Prop his feet,
With empty beer cans,
It's just her habit,
This sister is well fed.