Mary Magdalene and the Stoners
Mary did not wear a robe
They saw her dress, her ankle curve
She touched a nerve, an eyeball swerve
The men confessed, they were stressed
They were distressed, they confessed
By her swerve, her ankle curve
Her tilt of breast, the lilt of dress
They could not rest, in their distress
They dragged Mary to the green
Wanted all to see, be seen
Their gaze was keen, Strip her clean
She must confess, the men were stressed
The Men of Stone, eyes of bone
Picked up stone, cold as moan,
Mary saw the Wife of Bath
Spitting back the Grapes of Wrath
She told the Stones they were Unblessed
They should swallow their distress
She demanded Word of Bone
Who was pure in World of Stone
The Stones, amazed, bowed down to bless
Mary in her silken dress
The men confessed, they were stressed
Touched her palm, Holy Balm