Saint the Mary: A
Poem of Praise by
Reverend
Loveshade.
When contemplating
things contrary, one
must consider well
The Mary.
principia discordia,
apocrypha discordia,
ek-sen-trik-kuh discordia,
discordian division of the
ek-sen-triks cluborguild,
mongamy, polyamory,
polyandry, polygamy, bride,
groom, lust, stuffed
monkey, consummaters,
consummate,
Poem of Praise by
Reverend
Loveshade.
When contemplating
things contrary, one
must consider well
The Mary.
principia discordia,
apocrypha discordia,
ek-sen-trik-kuh discordia,
discordian division of the
ek-sen-triks cluborguild,
mongamy, polyamory,
polyandry, polygamy, bride,
groom, lust, stuffed
monkey, consummaters,
consummate,
Saint the Mary: A
Poem of Praise by
Reverend
Loveshade.
When contemplating
things contrary, one
must consider well
The Mary.
principia discordia,
apocrypha discordia,
ek-sen-trik-kuh discordia,
discordian division of the
ek-sen-triks cluborguild,
mongamy, polyamory,
polyandry, polygamy, bride,
groom, lust, stuffed
monkey, consummaters,
consummate,
Poem of Praise by
Reverend
Loveshade.
When contemplating
things contrary, one
must consider well
The Mary.
principia discordia,
apocrypha discordia,
ek-sen-trik-kuh discordia,
discordian division of the
ek-sen-triks cluborguild,
mongamy, polyamory,
polyandry, polygamy, bride,
groom, lust, stuffed
monkey, consummaters,
consummate,
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When contemplating things contrary,
One must consider well The Mary.
Not Virgin, Bloody, or Ginger’s friend Ann,
But Saint Second Class, Discordian.
While others preach monogamy,
She all at once wed husbands three.
While most brides wear a wedding gown,
This bride and grooms and guests stripped down.
But grooms were not her consummaters--
She longed, instead, to master bettas.
She ate no fish, but fish she bred,
And got her monkey, stuffed, in bed.
And then to make herself more yummy,
She pierced her paps, tattooed her tummy.
The Sacred Chao her belly hosts,
And each who rubs it, hell, ‘e boasts!
So when greyfaces force the rules,
When grid-locked minds curse popes as fools,
Expose your belly, rub, don’t tarry,
Proclaim it hers with “Hail The Mary!”
One must consider well The Mary.
Not Virgin, Bloody, or Ginger’s friend Ann,
But Saint Second Class, Discordian.
While others preach monogamy,
She all at once wed husbands three.
While most brides wear a wedding gown,
This bride and grooms and guests stripped down.
But grooms were not her consummaters--
She longed, instead, to master bettas.
She ate no fish, but fish she bred,
And got her monkey, stuffed, in bed.
And then to make herself more yummy,
She pierced her paps, tattooed her tummy.
The Sacred Chao her belly hosts,
And each who rubs it, hell, ‘e boasts!
So when greyfaces force the rules,
When grid-locked minds curse popes as fools,
Expose your belly, rub, don’t tarry,
Proclaim it hers with “Hail The Mary!”
| A Poem in Praise of |
| St. The Mary |
| SAINT THE MARY (Discordian Saint, Second Class, and Keeper of the Holy Chao Belly) by Reverend Loveshade (Episkopos of the Discordian Division of the Ek-sen-triks CluborGuild) |