Wrote this today while I walked home from work.
“Oh ye of little faith!” they said
And thought that I was silly,
But still I couldn’t couldn’t countenance
That God could have no willy.
“But what about his son?” I said
“That Jesus bloke that died –
How’d his mum get pregnant?
How’d God’s semen get inside?”
“Immaculate Conception, dolt!”
Said Sister with a sneer,
“Mary was a virgin!”
Then she cuffed me round the ear.
“Balderdash! What rot!” said I
“You nuns are full of cack!”
So they took me to the basement
And they put me on the rack.
“A stretch will do you good,” they said
“And stop you being so silly.”
But it didn’t. I’m now 9ft 10
But God’s still got a willy.