Three minutes ago, I discovered this poem, which I feel encapsulates everything religion has given us:
‘A priest was invited to King’s,
‘To speak of divine, sublime things.
‘But his deepest desire
‘Was a boy in the choir,
‘With a bum like a jelly on springs.’
Boru
‘A priest was invited to King’s,
‘To speak of divine, sublime things.
‘But his deepest desire
‘Was a boy in the choir,
‘With a bum like a jelly on springs.’
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax