The Ballad of Baby Jesus (A Nonsense ABC)

 
Baby Jesus! He agrees:

His home-from-home is now Belize.

Baby Jesus leaves Cadiz’s

church in search of devotees. 



Baby Jesus! His esprits

are captured in a cornice frieze.

Baby Jesus guarantees

good folk don’t croak from heart disease.



Baby Jesus! Ill at ease:

The Word mean ‘turd’ in Javanese.

Baby Jesus! On my knees

He leaves me with his little sneeze.



Baby Jesus’s “re, mi”s

enhance notated harmonies

in psalming contests overseas.

(He lost, despite disciples’ pleas.)



Baby Jesus makes me queas-.

y: no denying He’s the reas-

on I’ve curtailed my drinking sprees.

(I've started steeping herbal teas.)



Baby Jesus! His unease,

His vaults, His waltzes Viennese

have left Him with a dreadful wheeze.

Long gone are Baby’s “eXtacies.”



Baby Jesus, if You please:

I’d grab some long neglected Z-z-z-zs!