I met the Bishop on the op-ed page
And much said he and I
"Your doctrine's flat and fallen now,
The Vatican I decry;
Speak now of higher values,
Don't make my parents pry."
"So said at St. Joan of Arc,
What's foul is fair," he cried.
"Doctrines denied, but not the truth
Of teachings I've described
Fought in bodily lowliness
And in the heart's pride.
"A woman can be proud and stiff
When on love intent
But love has pitched this mansion in
The place of excrement;
For nothing can be sole or whole
That has not been rent."
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