Maybe it was the pumpkin pie,
or the full moon that caught my eye.
Whatever it was, it led to my demise.
At least in the church's eyes.
For I have sinned. Gave inned,
to my inner mission.
I was not a pedophile, no,
passing candy single file.
Touch and go, no no,
it was much worse than that.
I ate it all in one sitting.
For me it was so fitting.
Leaving nothing for the poor,
little waifs come to my door.
I shouldn't have bent over,
but it was too late.
A Santa Anna wind came up,
and the rest was fate.
... but lick her is quicker.
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10/27/07