"Baby Jesus! He agrees: His..." The Ballade of Baby Jesus: A Nonsense Alphabet

Baby Jesus! He agrees: His 
home-from-home’s now east Belize.

Baby Jesus leaves Cadiz’s
church in search of devotees. 

Baby Jesus! His esprit is
captured in a cornice frieze.

Baby Jesus guarantees his
folk don’t croak from heart disease.

Baby Jesus! Ill at ease: his
Word means ‘turd’ in Javanese.

Baby Jesus! On his knees he
sneezes -- just a little sneeze.

Baby Jesus’s “re, mi”s
enhance notated harmonies

in singing 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.
(He’s got me steeping herbal teas.)

Baby Jesus! His unease, His
faults, His waltzes Viennese

have left Him with a dreadful wheeze.
Long gone are Baby’s “eXtacies.”

Baby Jesus, if you please:
I’ll grab me some much-needed Z-z-z-zs!