Forgive me, father,
for I have sinned.
Since my last confession
I have harboured thoughts
concerning convent girls
that happened to be naked
when I used my ten-inch
refracting telescope.
You often warned me
that curiosity can be dangerous;
but science is so stimulating.
I pointed my instrument
at the face of the midday sun
and swore I saw imperfections.
How can this be, father?
Perhaps, I’m being punished
by God, blinded by his light.
Or is it the result
of my other nocturnal activities?
I’m confused, father.
Enlighten me.