The Curate Had The Grace To Blush Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

The young curate grew quite harassed
discussing sexuality.
Because he was so embarrased
Although he tried quite doggedly.

When questioned on conjugal rights.
By a young lady to be wed
He tried to be so definite
of duties which pertained to bed.

He stated blithely that a man
had appetites he must fulfil
What rights she asked, had the woman?
The question was beyond his skill.

He only knew what he’d been taught.
Naïve and inexperienced
He did not have a stock retort
and what he said made little sense.

He thought he’d better call a halt.
Refer the lady to the priest
and readily admit his fault.
It did not matter in the least.

The priest could only say the same
relying on the churches rule
He too had never played the game
which left him looking like a fool

The question was legitimate
Why should only men have rights
and women submit to their mate.
She rightly thought would lead to fights.

Neither of them could satisfy
the lady’s curiosity
and she was left to wonder why.
The church favoured celibacy.

You can’t advise if you don’t know
the subject you are asked about.
Which to the lady served to show
the churches failings without doubt.