Nuns' Buns

In the bath I saw two nuns who had four delicious buns. I was perched up on a ledge listened as they talked of pledge when they washed with liquid soap I decided there was hope crawled inside in total silence out of inner lust for violence. Screams were heard and I was caught all the trouble was for naught in the jail I learned to pray had received a lengthy stay. And on Sundays, they would pass first the preachers and the brass then the nuns buns under cover well observed by me, who'd hover on the jail cell's narrow ledge making now a private pledge.