I saw the Buddha
In a little bit of gouda
That I had on my eggs this morning.

The Virgin Mary
Was looking very scary
In the butter on my toast this morning.

Moses was in the whites of my eggs.
In my yolks was Jesus Christ.

Mohammed was in my cereal bowl
In some Krispies made of rice.

I saw Vishnu
In the tea I brewed
On my very own stove this morning.

Didn’t wanna be late,
So I went ahead and ate
Everything I made this morning

Later that night, try as I might,
Couldn’t figure out what it all means.

‘Cause in my toilet bowl was religion as a whole
And apparently some corn and beans.

(And I hadn’t even eaten corn or beans. I assumed it was a miracle and did not flush. My roommate assumed I had poor personal hygiene and later did flush.)

The end.

Porter