St. Sinner

He was a righteous man

or so he thought,

was rather content with 

whatever he got.

He never stole a thing

or looked at women twice,

for every sin, he believed

you have to pay a price.

He respected elders

and loved every child.

His heart was homely  

and his thoughts were mild.

But of all the children he loved

he loved one the most,

he would often feed her 

butter, jam, jelly and toast.

She would call him captain,

and ride on him as a sack.

She was growing up fast

and he could feel her tiny

breasts on his back.

In his heart, 

his love was divine and pure

but he was a celibate, 

and his body wanted more.

On a sweaty afternoon

after a piggy back ride,

his body took over his mind

and performed the ugly grind.

The child in the child was no more

nor was her innocence,

and the man's life of sacrifice and sanctity

now did not make much sense.

From the fateful day onwards,

his life had no more pretense, 

he lived and died with shame,

And this is how the story ends.