Questions

God was tired  of being celibate.
Oh, please, He had never set such rules.  
So there were only men at His Last Supper.
Ya, but ladies there were behind the Scene.
Then the persistent rumors down there
That He was married or had a hot thing
With a prostitute. Bunch of hogwash.
Maybe.  He wasn't the kind to ''kiss and tell''.
Indeed, how many men  out there are  
Totally celibate? Even one or two of apostles
He suspected of ''playing for the other team'',  
The term ''queer'' not being considered
Acceptable.
Methinks totally celibate is  not normal.
But then I am ashamed of some who
Occupied the papal throne,
Especially John XII, A rival to Elagabalus,
A criminal and an incestuous person,
His Lateran Palace a brothel.
God mused and mused,
Pain and Gethsemane in mind
Never knowing when your last
Moment is going to be.  Carpe Diem.
So one Friday night He used His Gold Pass
Went to Purgatory and walked into
The Golden Mile, superb jazz club
Of Pandemonium Blues.
Great jazz.  He saw a couple of bishops
Frolicking about, losing credits
At a gaming table, thus a longer time
To be spent in this In-Between abode.
Not caring, used as they were to live on credit
And buying whores.
He then saw her in the corner,  Lucy Fair,
In all her sublime beauty. Fiery red hair,
Gorgeous Victorian Age type corset
(As one may see  these days on Pinterest).
Cute little tight  black skirt and fishnet stockings.
God was pleased, had to bend a bit  in order
Not to show toooooo much happiness
And certain things to hide.
The Lady was pleasantly pleased to see Him,
Offered Him a drink - a  bloody Mary of course -
Which He declined, preferring a Godfather,
A 50-50 split of Amaretto and Scotch.
Only one, for her beauty was mesmerizing enough.
They chatted a bit, then she lured Him to the
Grand suite, where He was willingly led.
 Once is once, twice becomes a habit.
It is with a smile on  His face that the next morning
That  He left  the sweet's suite and would have
No problem to confession on Sunday to go.