Oy Vay Maria Poem by Joe Rosochacki

Leave up to the French, the “froggers” to make fun,
Unlike Phillipe Rebboah’s ancestors, which are nameless to name,
Yet they produced a gothic architectural monument for the ages,
They produced the Cathedral of Notre Dame.

Phillipe’s gift is that of a movie producer,
Nostradamus who would never see this coming,
Britney Spears is Virgin Mary in a parody of the Christmas story,
All Christians should be seething.

She is pretending to be a Madonna with Child,
She is pretending to be like a virgin, touched by the very first time,
I am getting bored writing in quatrains like Nostradmus,
I am getting bored writing about Spears and Ciconne, enough of this rhyme.

Our Mary Our Pop Tart

Our Lady full of grace, Our Pop Tart, lost of grace
The Lord is with thee. The courts are against you,
Blessed art thou amongst women Disgraced art thou amongst women
And blessed is the fruit of thy womb And blessed is the fruit of thy womb
Jesus your children but in life they may be cursed
Holy Mary, Mother of God, Sinful Pop Tart, Mother of the paparazzi,
Pray for us sinners, Us sinners will pray for you,
Now and at the hour of our death. Now and at the hour of your death.
Amen (it shouldn’t take long if you continue your lifestyle)
Amen
(12-14-2007)