capped in her mantilla with no prayer to utter
she knelt beneath the sceptre dangling in the cleric's thigh
she is humming but not to the vocables of the hymn
The pastor in exosmosis, a region above the seventh sky
there's more to sister Mary than just being a spinster

we no craze, na God we day praise
but you shake ass to its optimum pace
upon you alone all heads turn to gaze...