The Universe, in all its splendor,
Was busy making human beings
When it heard something mention gender.
Now running on amphetamines,
It looked around, displayed confusion
And asked the voice for its collusion.
The voice replied, “Now you’ve made males
So next you need to bob their tails.”
“What tails,” it asked? “It’s called a penis.”
“But that’s in front. A tail’s in back.”
“Just cut it off and leave a crack!
Or there’ll be no one to convene us.”
The Universe did as ’twas told
And so it made the centerfold.