An interesting expression
Is “the world’s oldest profession”.
Many a confession
Has the priest heard.
Mums the word.
He knows the flesh is weak
And will not speak
Of the desire
Burning in peasant and squire,
For discretion
Is his profession.
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K Morris - Poet 
Cute 🙂
Thank you. I’m pleased you liked it. Best, Kevin
Short but succinct. Visiting your blog from Janice’s Non-Denominational blog party.
Thank you. I’m pleased you liked my poem and thank you for visiting my blog. Kind regards, Kevin
You’re welcome.
A Chrysanthemum for your thoughts?
Thank you for liking my poem and for commenting on it. The poem plays with the debate as to what occupation constitutes the oldest profession. Some say agriculture, others that of working girl or prostitute, while priest is also mentioned (the latter profession is, of course older than the Christian church as it dates back to Pagan times). Man is imperfect, hence the reference to the flesh being weak. The poem is part humorous and part serious. Kevin
Great post!!!!!!
Thank you. I’m pleased you like my poem. Best wishes, Kevin
Your welcome!!!! ❤❤❤