The Pope’s duty
Is to find a room
In which the King
Can consummate his marriage
With his new bride
The King insists
On consummation
In the Vatican
But the religious imagery
Has rendered him, erm…
Anxious
And so, he has blamed
The quarters in which
He was staying
And has demanded
That the Pope
Find a more suitable
And highly erotic
Chamber
In which to bring forth an heir
His Holiness
Needs to secure
A Christian prince
To ensure
The stability
Of the Empire
And goodness knows
There’s no shortage
Of erotica
In the Vatican palace
But His Excellency knows
That the King
Would only allow himself
To be moved to other quarters once
And after that
The mood will be ruined
And his majesty
Will not be able to perform
And the rumor ‘round the kingdom
Is that his royal highness
Only rises to the occasion
Every fortnight or so
The Pope has narrowed
The potential rooms
In which the copulation might occur
Down to three unique spaces
Without assumptions being made
About what might get his majesty’s horses trotting
It seems the best course of action
Is to find a boudoir
With a variety of tantalizing images
The room of undressed saviors
Is a possibility
As that happens to be
The room where we store
The most sensual paintings
Of our Christ
In one, he is standing under a waterfall
Letting the water run through
His very healthy locks
And while it seems unlikely
That Jesus ever encountered a waterfall
As he was frequently in the desert
The visual is quite...stimulating
Provided the gossip
About the King
Being on the...softer side
Is accurate
Then he should be quite taken
With the waterfall masterpiece
And the sculpture of our Lord’s son
Riding a very sturdy mule
But! If the scuttlebutt
Is more ‘scuttle’ than ‘butt’
Perhaps the Steamy Virgin room
Would be more to his liking
The Pope has discovered
That we do not have many
Equal opportunity arousal rooms
In the palace
And so he’s considering
Having some of the Steamy Virgin paintings
Moved into the Hot Jesus room
But a crowded space
Is no place
To fornicate with a new spouse
One of the servants
Commented to His Holiness
That the roof is quite lovely
This time of year
And with a few plants
And perhaps a makeshift fountain
It might be the perfect spot
For some marital bedding
And that servant
Was promptly sent
To the dungeon
For how on earth
Could we ever suggest
To God’s chosen
That he and his new bride
Carry on
Beneath the clouds
As though they were two
Roustabousts
Sprung from the loins of farmers
Cavorting near a puckey pile
The Pope may relent
And allow them
To engage
In his own chambers
As they, no doubt,
Full of some of the most
Depraved sexual works
Ever created
It would be quite the intrusion
On his privacy
But if there’s one thing
A Catholic understands--
It’s sacrifice
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