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Robert W Service - Sea ChangeRobert W Service - Sea Change
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I saw a Priest in beetle black Come to our golden beach, And I was taken sore aback Lest he should choose to preach And chide me for my only wear, A "Gee" string and a brassière. And then I saw him shyly doff And fold his grim soutane, And one by one his clothes take off, Until like any man He stood in bathing trunks, a sight To thrill a maiden with delight. For he was framed and fashioned like Apollo Belvedere; I felt my heart like cymbal strike Beneath my brassière. And then the flounce of foam he broke, And disappeared with flashing stroke. We met. `Twas in the billows roll. Oh how he sang with joy; But not a hymn, - a merry troll With gusto of a boy. I looked, and lo! the priest was gone, And in his place a laughing faun. . . . Today confession I have made. The Father`s face was stern, And I was glad that in the shade Mine he could not discern . . . He gave me grace - but oh the bliss, The salty passion of his kiss!
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