Oh look three poles match three holes,
The gods shit with joy.
Now we drink the mix of our piss,
Before we become more coy.
It's fate, this date, I mate,
My sperm knocks you up.
At the wedding we claim you a virgin,
Like Mary you piss in a special cup.
The sweetness of love like nectar,
Drops like drops of snot.
On our wedding night I promise,
We shall shit in the holiest pot.
We'll invite the gods to the party,
Their blessings are needed no?
Every year we'll fuck vigorously,
And send to their harem a ho.
