The Pope written by Alan.s.Robinson Even the pope himself must wear clothes Being a man of power one would wrongly suppose That he might have the right to dress as he please In shabby chic jeans with holes in their knees But at the end of the days as he lies to repose He bemoans to his god that he has to wear clothes For in his conviction he may well believe That a virtuous man might ape Adam and Eve But Monday to Saturday he’s compelled by the rest To dress for convention in his Sunday best.