It is Sunday which is a special day in the convent

Silence devotion and prayer and definitely no smoking

But fuck that for a lark as I meet myself under the blankets

I always do and I know that others do this during the night

We hold each other naked in bed before the sun is fully up

And smoke in the vegetable garden near the tomatoes after breakfast

Our Mother Superior has modern ideas but is loyal to her cause

She frowns on her activities but turns a blind eye

As she knows that Christ would have approved of our sinful recreation

For when you strip it down it hurts nobody

From Monday to Saturday we do what it says on the box

But on Sundays we let our short hair down

These were the very words of Jesus

I have written them in my prayer book

And tattooed them on my arse

Next Sunday we were are going to try body painting

In a effort to decorate the convents whitewashed walls

It promises to be warm so after we have showered

I will suggest that we head to the beach for the afternoon

And watch the beef boys parade around in their tiny shorts

I have ordered myself a small bikini for the occasion

And if it is a success I will suggest a repeat on one of the naughtier beaches

Who knows Jesus might be there with a few bottles of pop which will be great fun