“Model preacher,” model preacher many name you,
but you like the ladies, mounted doggie-style.
If parishioners knew of this, would they blame you,
call you model preacher if they grokked your wiles?
(You’re a money-squeezer. . .gelt-extract by guile.)

Had a child with one of lovers, “model preacher”:
it’s likely acolytes would title her “tart”
if they knew that you’d screwed—bad for your rep.
You’ll be guy snared if your lies bared.
It’s bad form, how you deal, “model preacher.”
Leave po’ wife home, ’ho-bone, go drone when service starts.

In a pile with several lovers, model preacher
using not protection bought at a drug mart.
And so you knock up Sue, who wrecks your rep.
You’re a guy snared, ’cause Sue lies bared.
Your bad form made her squeal, model preacher.
Will you atone or moan, the devil made you start?

Model preacher, money-leecher,
model preacher, moms’ll seek ya.