So: they crucified the Nazarene.
They wrapped Him
in a shroud,
whereon's now seen His face, His mien.
"How keen!" Pope Paul allow’d.
(It's called The Shroud of Turin
and it always draws a crowd.)
When I'm show'rin' after hoops,
'n' entrail urgency's occurrin,'
to abandon tub for toilet
is one journey I'm deferrin.'
(It's called The Turd of Show’rin.'
There it sits, amidst my
urine.)
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