Cwm Rhondda is a Welsh tune that has been used for hymns, namely "Bread of Heaven" and "Guide Us O Thou Great Redeemer."
I tried writing this to fit, but the refrain, an extra two lines on each verse, didn't work as a poem. I've left it there for the first verse, to demonstrate.
Every Friday Rhonda met me In the park, for fish and chips. We would kiss but she'd not let me Touch her down between her hips. "That's a temple, not your plaything, and I'm keeping myself pure, Yes, I'm keeping myself pure." Every Sunday, to the chapel, Smartened up with brush and comb, Even less chance of a grapple As I walked dear Rhonda home. Tuesday evening, choir practice, Rhonda went, but not my choice. Heard a pig stuck on a cactus? Then you've heard the Oggy voice. Following one Tuesday session Rhonda came to call on me, On her face a strange expression, Shock, excitement, nervous glee. She had left her handbag laying By the choir stall, on the floor. Crept back, lest the rev was praying, Gently opened chapel door. Organist Miss Phipps is laying On the altar with the vic, With her instrument he's playing, While she's sucking on his dick. "Guide my organ, great redeemer, To this paradise on earth ," Jumps aboard and starts to ream her, Bangs away for all he's worth. Witnessing this revelation Rhon grabs bag and steals away, Comes to me in great elation: "Guess it's fine for us to play. "First we'd better pray; that pleases God... For what I'm gonna get, Make me truly thankful, Jesus. Now then Ogg, let's get to bed."
The meaning of cwm is explained somewhere else on my site, but I can't remember where.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004