What? No Meat!
The vicar had wed and his lovely new bride
Was now in his bed, her heart filled with pride.
Their honeymoon over, Ash Wednesday the date,
She still craved his seed, the joy of a mate.
Coyly she slipped her hand near his thighs
Seductivly hoping his passions would rise.
"Sweetheart." He sighed. "I sadly repent
I'm constrained to abstain, for now it is Lent"
"Oh bugger!" Cried she, a picture of gloom
"For how long is it Lent? .... and to whom?"
Easiest thing to give up "lending money for lent". Catholics celebrate Fat Tuesday by binging on whatever they give up for lent. Tomorrow they make an Ash out of Themselves. You'll see Biden and Pelosi walking around with schmootz on their forehead tomorrow.