There once was a fair and modest priest,
though in reality, he was a foul beast.
He was a respected member of the clergy,
always punctual and never stingy.
Who would have suspected his evil deeds,
forcing prepubescent boys down to their knees?
This priest has a penis as thin as a wire,
and children slake his selfish desire.
Of course, said children never blow the whistle,
in fear of being pummeled into a pile of gristle.
It seems that this whistle will remain forever unblown,
and the dark nature of the priest will stay unknown.
One boy in particular, by the name of Roy,
was the priest's most revered organic toy.
Many sordid encounters were shared,
and not an ounce of laughter was spared.
You see, Roy was a masochist,
the perfect partner to the sadistic priest.
Where other boys would scream and weep,
Roy enjoyed it all, being fondled by this creep.
As the days went by, you see that nothing lasts forever,
and so, Roy and this priest spent less time together.'
The priest grew alarmed at the thought,
has the boy been charmed, leaving him to rot?
He said, "I must find out the ploy,
that separates me from my boy."
After days of searching and most careful scrutiny
the priest uncovered the cause of this mutiny.
A little boy by the name of Ross,
was responsible for the priest's loss.
The priest decided to set things right,
so he set out to Ross's house at night.
Armed with only his fists and malignant will,
so grotesquely would the priest kill.
As such, their encounter was so gory,
that I cannot describe it in this story.
But there was Ross, a broken and bleeding mess,
and the priest showed not a sliver of distress.
Now that the deed is done,
it's time for even more fun.
Before long, the priest succeeded and Ross was found,
he was pummeled, bludgeoned, and buried in the ground.
The priest had a sardonic smile on his face,
for he was the winner of this brutal race.
"Now that my conscience is clear,
it's time for me to find another boy to hold dear."