The story, folks, may now be told.
'Twas the winter, bloody cold
and Joseph and Maria had
picked out a name for the young lad
who now was really overdue,
they wandered hither, fro and to
in search of good accommodation
where they could make a few day's station.
The Inn was full or so they shouted
the real reason they were outed
was that they had no ready cash
also their clothes were not too flash.
But worst of all was, can you guess
they had American Express!
Not every merchant will accept
regardless if the bearer wept
this card because the company
takes a big cut from you and me.
So Joseph quickly volunteered
but they declined as he had feared
and with Maria now expanding
they had to do an urgent landing
her cervix was dilated well
young Jesus cracking now the shell.
Oh Joseph I can feel the danger,
please let us stop here, at this manger.
And thus it happened, blame the Yanks
God's son was born, do NOT give thanks
to modern banking and to greed
first thing he did was that he peed.
The pee was endless, (no small wee)
and did create the Holy See.
And ever since it's said, to wit,
if undecided, piss on it.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-origin-of-the-holy-see/
