Earth & Magick

A Pagan Converts

i poured a libation to The Mary today
honey mead to her robe, and her toes
she smiled to me when i added sweet grapes
from the land where the red wine flows

i asked the priests to show me her ass
so that I could properly praise her
but they cackled and squawked,
and called for the guards, and I had to leave her

i gave the priests gold to soften their ire
but none was left for The Mary
so, i looked till i found Her smile in a girl
cold and barefoot, filthy and hairy

and i took that girl home to my good mother
who washed her and taught her to weave
and i became to my Mary a husband to love her
better than gold on some jealous priest’s sleeve

now, to the priests and their soldiers
i can in truth say, that i worship the son and the lass
he’s a bright bonny boy and wiser than I
and she, She has such a fine ass.

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