The Pope in Britain
Last night I dreamed I was the Pope And wondered how on Earth I’d cope with Heaven, cos it’s very far from condom use in Africa or buggered boys on Boston’s shore, crusades in Languedoc, and more But then I thought: I am the Pope, the heir to Peter, mustn’t mope To keep alive, that’s my mission, bulls of worn-out superstition If only there were more like me: (from Hitler Youth to Holy See is not a huge conceptual leap) To Britain! And its hungry sheep! © Simon M Hunter 2010