You know how it is with babies
some are born less than perfect
but they say there was a boy long ago
a direct descendant of God himself
born to a virgin. Let's say he was.
He would have been a perfect baby
but truth to tell he must
like this poem
have been less than perfect.
God's only son was less than perfect!
How can that be, you cry!
Fortunately for the baby boy
God's faux pas
was quickly picked up by
the sharp-eyed virgin
and she took him in
for minor surgery.
It was quickly performed.