All my life I have suspected <br />I might be Jesus Christ. <br />It’s not because I am holy <br />Or better than the rest. <br />Its just that I cannot conceive, <br />Of my parents having sex. <br />Therefore, <br />By definition, <br />Mine must have been, <br />An immaculate conception. <br /> <br />My mother is a wonderful woman, <br />Who fills the house with smells of cookies, <br />And fills our hearts with love. <br />But she is not a “Babe” or “Sexy.” <br />I see her as “above” <br />Such things as rolling in the hay. <br />She’s matronly, a saint, the shower of the way. <br />She set a good example, <br />And all us children know, <br />That since she says no sex for us, <br />For her it must be so. <br /> <br /> <br />So when our folks go to bed at night, <br />We know..... <br /> <br />They only sleep.<br /><br />Un Corked<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-might-be-jesus-christ/
