Each of us had been tasked
With the assassination
Of a member of the torture party
I had been directed to kill the sham priest
Which I did with the minimum of fuss
All went smoothly apart from Peter’s gun
Which jammed so he killed the guard
With a piece of piping that was in the cell
When she had recovered from her ordeal
We asked the nun to dance in the blood of her captors
This she did and entertained us with a sweet mazurka