The seraphim, sitting on high, Saw JC return, and said "Hi. We know where you've been, did you hump Magdalene?" And Jesus, he started to cry. "Oh fellas, oh fellas, I tried, I married her just 'fore I died, You know that tale, fine, How we ran out of wineAnd I pissed them some more." (Beams with pride.) "Well, after the party we troop Upstairs, and am I cock-a-hoop! We strip; she looks gorgeous, We're in for fun orgious... But hell, boys, I've got brewer's droop. "I used all my miracle tricks. Result: shrank to two inch, not six. She even gave head; But raising the dead Is an easier problem to fix. "She laid back with and sadly she sighedShe said `Jesus, son, I have tried My best, but I fail To twitch your limp tail. You'd best put a finger inside'. "I probed at that spot unconcealed, And then my drunk senses all reeled; No longer a a slit. It had gone, every bit... I touched and the damned pussy healed." "That joke was around," says friend Clive, "When JC himself was alive." That's true enough, yet They reckon it's bet- ter to travel than e'er to arrive. So p'raps you enjoyed the relation; If not, you may heap condemnation Upon my old head, While I go to bed, And interest Erm in fellation.
Thursday, November 07, 2002