I missed Mass by a fluke

I’ve sorted out my cables and I classified my books
Cooking them in olive oil with garlicked lemn juice
I forgot to put my  best frock on and I got dirty looks

I got washed  with all my garments when I fell in yon’ brook
I met the Vicar down the road, we’d not been introduced
I’ve aborted all my   cables and I  burned the  holy books

I went  to see the  doctor but he says I am a crook
I looked at Euclidś geometry , cor, it has been traduced
I forgot to put my  head on, so I  can´t see how you look

I went to church on Saturday,I missed Mass by a fluke
I met a very perfumed man and now  he empties my refuse
I aborted  my   neuroses and I  burned my bleeding  books

I wakened up tomorrow and we’d all been damned and nuked
So all the works of Euclid will never be  re-used
I forgot to put my brassiere on ,crumbs , how bizarre I looked

I saw a worm  crossing the road for it had been abused~
God made  them  all hermaphrodites oh, what a  cunning ruse
I’ve sorted out  the log tables, ‘ declassified my books
I forgot to clean  my   eyeglasses ,  forgive my dirty looks