It is one of Wendy's Jason Strugnell Sonnets. Of course the problem in one of Register. You're going to find it hard to write a Miltonic Sonnet with some of these words.
My solution (as bloody usual), like Douglas's, is to opt for filth. Wendy is never filthy. I have two versions, an octosyllabic and a pentameter. The Octosyllabic gives a rather telegram like effect (if you are old enough to remember telegrams?). So how about this? Quotations in the first and last lines from popular song.
Sweet Jesus, ain’t it just a blooming shame –
What price Morality or Faith today?
Papist or Protestant, it’s all the same.
Our local vicar’s pissed on Beaujolais.
Our prettiest choirboy’s pissed on strawberry gin.
I’ve had that little angel once or twice.
His body is as silky smooth as sin,
And really quite competitively priced,
At just enough to stuff his nose with Coke.
It’s bad I know, but, hell, I’m not the first.
Then there’s his sister – why there’s scarce a bloke
Who wouldn’t wish to quench his sexual thirst.
She’s sensual and consensual and sincere,
And does it for a sandwich and a beer.
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