My Dear, they say that I'm a Prude;
It's just I don't like what is Rude,
Or Crude, or Nude, or does Obtrude,
Or, let's face it - what is Lewd.

Oh, yes, I am most Prim and Proper,
Cross my Path, and come a Cropper.
Many try, but "Who can stop her?"
Behave! Or I shall call a Copper!

I raise my Children, Moral, Pure,
My Ranting, you must just endure.
But, for my Views, there is no cure.
Porn is product of the sewer!

Man is steeped in Original Sin,
God is Strict, his Code is Grim.
You'll never see me Laugh or Grin,
Nor act on Impulse, or on Whim.