There's this bard that wrote about The Jesus Diet.
I didn't like it even though I need to watch my girth.
I gather they always and I mean always walked
to the corner grocery store or anywhere they went.
That's when everything was around the corner.
I don't remember Jesus ever curing diabetes.
Another miracle he missed. Too much hunger during
his time or something in the Slivovitz they drank.
Another reason I don't like that eating regimen is
because it doesn't include soft drinks for one.
Not even the diet kind, you know.
I just can see Jesus rapping on Mardi Gras tothe tune,
"Things go better with Coke and Manishevitz ".
His robe swinging up and sideways him not tripping
over it. The other reason is that it doesn't contain
a first class recipe for Chalak Beit Yosef pork ribs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem