To add:

There once was a bishop from Birmingham

Who’d deflower young girls while confirming ‘em

As they knelt on the hassock

He lifted his cassock

And slipped his episcopal worm in ‘em

I don’t think I could keep it to myself, assuming I was in contact with my parents, if I thought my father was cheating on my mother I’d feel morally bound to tell her. What if he brings home an STI? Or is spending their money on the other woman? I couldn’t live with that on my conscience.

Cats and dragons, my two favourite things! This is awesome!