Where was God? No cathedral… no chapel…
Forbidden fruit? Why a damn apple?
One bite, Eden lost…
An exorbitant cost,
With which scholars continue to grapple.
Tag: religious limerick
Saturday night in the convent
One must make one’s own fun when one’s cloistered…
The good sisters drunkenly roistered…
One poor sister, young,
Naked, poked as she hung
On a cross she’d been tied to and hoisted.
Eden
Eve lay panting, the storm now abated,
While Adam smiled smugly, well sated,
And prayed to God “Thanks!
No more lonely damn wanks…
Eve’s the best fucking thing you’ve created!”