I am an Anglo-Catholic priest:
My flock has lots of cash.
My liturgies are Cranmerite;
My jokes are somewhat brash.
The music is celestial,
The incense oatmeal-thick;
Among old-school moralities,
I like to choose and pick.

I am a Canterbury male,
A cleric fond of drink;
I scratch my head at all the odd
Things ladybishops think.
I'm super-fond of monkish chant,
I seldom balk at gin,
I'm waiting for my cheerful church
To quite abolish sin.