Jerry was found with a kid on the ground.
But police didn’t learn. . .now a rebound.

Just what made that Paterno man
Keep quiet—yes what was his plan?
Now it’s time for that slammed man
From the campus to scram.

He was his guys’ pope,
Penn State’s high pope.
He stood by while his guy
Did small-fry gropes.

This scandal’s gonna bring him low
’cause his boy did blow
Tykes just like priests whose pants
Drop to get a little bugger romance.

Now trouble calls, and his back’s to the wall.
It’s too late that he’s learned: bad call; he’ll fall.

Joe ain’t just a silly old man,
Was the Holey [sic] See for his clan.
Just like that Roman man—ran
His empire of bum fans.

And like the high Pope,
Stopped no guy grope.
He averted his eyes
While his guy poked.

So while Jerry was feelin’ lads,
Wrenchin’ on their nads,
Joe was like some old nag. . .
Blinders on and face stuffed in his feed bag.

So the scandal starts to balloon. . .
Jer’ craved dick, not poon;
Joe didn’t make it stop.

So Joe is likely from his throne to drop
Because he didn’t stop Jerry’s pants drop.
Meanwhile, Benedick [sic] is still up on top.