A poetic thought on reading a comment on a post, two back.

 He looked at the statues of Jesu, Mary and Joe

And felt a bit of a conundrum. 

The shortened name of the non-sperm supplying dad

Reminded him of a condom.

Then he felt a lurch because

Joes had been banned by his church.

Again he looked at the erections,

Oops, statues I mean,

When the child got the signal to go

No way could he be stopped by a joe,

For God, in all his genius,

Did the job meant for Joe's penis.

Inspired by Robert the apathetic sanctimonious sinner, toilet cleaner, and threatener of eternal damnation.