What If Jesus Was Hung
The maidens howled, “What if Jesus was hung?”
then nervously laughed and blushed as they blasphemed.
“Then,” said one, “Christ can lick me with His tongue,
and burst my cherry till it's nicely creamed!”
Such exchange took place when I was a boy,
as two maids spoke of the Lord's holy cock,
thus contemplating on that sacred “joy,”
whether it was ever hard as a rock.
But He can resurrect women's desires,
for who knows them better than their own God:
He knows them from head to toe, and inspires
in them a passion only bards can laud.
And I, a swan, sing that Christ's divine pizzle
can make maid's maidenheads delight and sizzle!
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