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