My wife, god love her, dear Carlotta
Has read my posts and finds them lewd.
If I’d remain persona grata,
I must maintain some rectitude.
Must stop my everlasting roasting
Of Jesus, whom I should be toasting.
As well, the Virgin and the saints.
She’s tired of hearing my complaints.
Carlotta thinks that I pervert her,
The Virgin. She thinks I’m a sod
To constantly be knocking god.
If I say Mary was a squirter…
“Carlotta, no! Don’t cut me there
Or we can never have an heir…”
Friday, May 9, 2008
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