Odes on Immodesty and Decency

(I)
I seem them walking the streets and roads
Young women dressed like poisonous toads
With their short skirts and spaghetti straps
They roam about looking to drain young chaps
Of every sense of what is beautiful and true
Rendering them feeble against the perfumed dew
Which they exude beneath their Clearasil skins
Adorned with pagan charms and golden rings
O what an insult they do offer God most holy
Who has made their bodies, often fading slowly
When will they learn to do just the contrary
And imitate their queen, the chaste Virgin Mary

(II)
While many young girls frolic like an act from a burlesque show
Their skin pierced, dressed scandalously, covered in golden rings
There are some young women of the Catholic creed that I know
Who abhor such immodesty and would never wear such things
For them their beauty is a gift which comes from God's treasure
Something that has been made holy, a reflection of the divine
Something to be prized above all things from money to pleasure
And must not be scattered like seed, like pearls before swine