Chaucer once wrote about a prioress.

She wore a habit and a black dress.

She spoke French lightly

And acted ever so politely.

The Prioress was very sweet

And always wiped her face clean and neat.

Her eyes were gray like glass.

Every day she would attend mass.

Two dogs accompanied her on the trip.

When one of the dogs died she flipped

And screamed and cried until she was sore.

A trinket the nun always wore.

She had a rosary that was coral

You can bet your bottom dollar that she was moral.