O'Malley's Confession.

A rare lavatorial ditty. These computer problems appear to be corrupting my mind. Maybe I need a reinstall.

Forgive me Father, I have sinned,

Being sat at Mass and breaking wind.

Defiling your good sermon, too,

While people looked at me, not you.

And Mrs Kelly sitting near

Was heard to mutter low ‘hear, hear.’

The little Brennan girl as well

Who asked her mother ‘What’s that smell?’

‘Tis only old O’Malley’s buzz.

It’s what he’s known for, what he does.’

‘Well I don’t like him,’ said young Nell.

‘I wish he'd die and fart in hell.’