Originally Posted by
Mega-Foot
Oi Mantid, thy beauty is to me
As a sweet young Korean child. On a killing spree,
Thou dost confide that ere thou croak
Thou wouldst first kill. The Catholic Pope
Prays with less fervor than dost thou,
When he immortalizes Mary. The Holy Cow
Of Hindus is no less holy and spiritual,
Than Christ himself. A perfect Fool
Only would wager she tastes less tart.
(And probably won't make you want to fart.)
I imagine thee always, as a penitent bug,
Sprawled out like an altar boy on the priest's rug,
Kneeling on the floor, hands clasping. A cock
Crows at dawn, and is as reliable as a clock;
But thou art more reliable when thou pray.
I love thee mantid, but not in a gay kind of way.