We also wrote another poem for own our amusement, but if you havn't read the first one we recommend you do before you read this one. Also if you are a nun please look away now.

The children we meet,

Don't have shoes on their feet,

But they will steal our MP3 player.

Your bracelets they will sell,

To put flip flops on themselves,

With initiative like that they might make Mayor.

They will steal your Mum's ring,

To wear as their Bling,

And put it on their little finger.

It makes them look a prat,

But they don't know that,

Because they worship the fashion of Chav singers.

You get hasselled a lot,

By young men who want to tie the knot,

So you never get a moments peace.

Even the children command,

All your energy they demand,

You'll also swap addresses with a nuns niece.

Your bed is like a rock,

And your door you must lock,

Unless you want to be caught in your bra.

The heat will drive you mad,

Lots of wierd ailments we've had,

Like lumps in your armpits the size of cars.

The nuns waddle like geese,

And feed us lots of grease,

Which they proclaim to others we like.

They don't listen to you,

And believe everything in the Bible to be true,

And Sister Joyce is a man-loving feminist.

They think facists are good,

And would hit us if they could,

And will if you look at the cat.

The Italians just eat macoroni,

Sister William is very moany,

They put the fear of God into Laura more than bats.

They don't understand why Kate doesn't eat,

Even though she's losing the feeling in her feet,

And we're constantly eating eggs.

The soup is blue,

And tastes like poo,

Which they feed to us by the keg.

Fat nuns we have become,

Eating all the food is not fun,

Especially as it tastes like kak.

If you leave food in your room,

The insect population will boom,

And you all the bugs will attack.

"Meat we must try,

To see what harm will come by"

We always obey Sister Leo,

Because she's as scary as hell,

"Stay in the jeep because it smells"

Even though its boiling and the driver has BO.

The mosquitos they will bite,

Laura's arse and Kates eyes they most like,

And of course Laura's become infected,

So out comes the puss,

Kates squeezes with a fuss,

But now with "Odomos" we're protected.

Many volunteers have come before,

But all have been French and religious, of course,

We are the first sarcastic English b****es,

If the nuns knew we had lied,

And aren't Anglican we'd be fried,

And dumped like the rubbish in the ditches.

Now our peom we must finish,

All our brain capacity has diminished,

We'll stop before you'll hate us forever.

Now you know how volunteering works,

And that we are also jerks,

We hope the nuns will read this never.