One of the additional eleven poems added to the new edition of Outrageous Poems published today:

Swinging in the choir

(A fictional choir of course)

The swinging began

When the choir went on tour,

Each Soprano and Alto

Already a whore

When we sang for the Pope

In Rome.

Father McCarthy

Was at it a lot.

We found he was both

A sod and a sot.

With no altar-boys,

Every Tenor he tried.

With respect for the cloth

Each one complied

And welcomed him into

The fold.  

As we headed for home

We swore to stay mum,

But never forsake

What we had begun.

Choir swings every week

On each Thursday night

Leaving our spouses

At home.

Avoiding attachment,

It’s best, so we found,

To constantly pass

The partners around.

We hope to continue,

For swinging is fun,

For ever and ever,

Amen.