Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 A Little Priest

When the little priest first showed up,

I had a bad vibe about him.

But I'm a good Catholic, yup,

So decided 'twas just a whim.

When my son became alter boy,

It did my mother's heart so proud,

And filled me with a grateful joy.

I told the little priest out loud

My thanks to him, picking my son.

Then later my son came to me.

I learned that a sin had been done

By that priest, a rapist was he.

That little priest, I made him die,

Then I baked him into a pie.