Lessons From The Borgia's
A purely fictional and, I hope, satirical, view of might come to pass.
If you are Catholic, don't give up hope,
I hear Tony Blair has applied to be Pope.
Not so far-fetched given his ambition
Alleged hiding of paedo's and faux contrition!
Credentials well suited to his new chosen post
Putting him closer to the Holy Ghost.
What about marriage? I hear you say.
A few well greased palms will put that away.
Already there's talk of Priests getting married
Which should stop housekeepers being harried.
Cardinal Campbell - fast tracked last week
There to give Papal laws a quick tweak
Already ensconced in the Cardinal College
Taking names and gaining knowledge.
All the better for an internal campaign
Which will see the start of the Tony Blair reign.
The facially challenged wife or our Tone
Has an agenda all of her own
By day she patrols the Vatican streets
Greeting everyone whom she meets
Mentally mapping the streets as she goes
For inclusion into her port folios
Of property owned by Company Blair
She'd love to see Vatican City in there.
By night she plots with Brother Campbell
'Neath the light of a giant, Vatican, candle.
Vetting each Cardinal in the conclave
Some are rejected, some they do save.
They toil until disturbed by the light
Which signals the passing of the night
Their aim is that the white smoke will bring
To Tony's finger, The Fisherman's Ring.
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