There was a young Southern Baptist
So shy, he had never been kissed
So, frustrated in love
His thoughts turned up above
And he became a creationist
One fine day, he joined EvC
Typed his thoughts for the world to see
He made a big hit
Spouting non-stop sh*t
Gish galloping wild and free
Soon came the inevitable day
Reason went completely away
The poor little sod
Has decided he’s God
But we all know it’s really just R”
(“Sod” isn’t cheating to rhyme here in the U.K.)
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