He cringed in terror on the crucifix As the Palestinian sun blazed above There were three of them hanging up on the hill And he heard the ladder being put in place And He felt a hand in His agony Creeping up under his loincloth Tickling His smelly goolies tenderly Massaging Him and taking out His mighty cock And then His mother's pretty head went down And He felt her ruby lips on His knob Drawing out His semen and he knew It might be His last orgasm on earth So He thanked her for swallowing Every last salty Holy gobbet Especially since He hadn't washed for days And was cheesier than any delicatessen.