Cos wicked men are easily led
From here to there, from bed to bed,
By orders from their smaller head
We’ve had to ban the quadruped.
Uncovering the nakedness
Of relatives, we will not bless;
The major reason, I confess–
It makes reunions such a mess.
Thou shall not mark upon thy skin;
It is, of course, a wicked sin
As bad as if a man begin
To bed a sheep, or sleep with kin.
We read the bible, and we choose
Which laws to keep, and which refuse;
Not Godly Law, but human ruse…
As old as time, so hardly news.
If only the Bible was written in cheeky quatrains, I might have enjoyed more of it. Another triumph!
as badly as a man began?
"As bad as if a man begin"sorry, shouldn't it be "began" instead of "begin"?
Poetic license, Anonymous! (Actually, I can read it both ways, now that you point it out–but my way rhymes.)