Original idea is by Jake Thackray
I first met her after evening prayer
I’d never heard a nun cuss or swear
or announce she’s just passed gas
while burping and scratching her ass
A strange kind of nun, Sister Mary.
She had an odd way of saying grace
as the moustache twitched on her face
and the seat was up when she’d been
and of ‘confession’ she didn’t seem keen,
Yes an odd kind of nun.
But to the young nuns she was so kind
and often one sharing her bed I’d find.
Yes, it made your heart strings tug
hearing ‘tighter Sister, call that a hug !”
but a funny sort of nun.
She was a lot hairier than the other nuns
tattoos flashing as she went on her runs
with huge biceps and as strong as an ox
and the art magazines she kept in a box
not your normal type of nun.
Then one day mother superior revealed
she was last seen running over the field
where ever she is I hope she’s at peace,
and that’s what we told the chief of police.