I had to cut a stanza out an old one, too. But that's asceticism, right?
When St. Simeon Stylites was besieged by girls in nighties
(In the harem they would wear’em on the 7/24),
He remained upon his pillar (such a haughty lady-killer!)
And their dances got no glances, for he thought them all a bore.
More ascetic than Siddhartha, he was hard on saintly Martha
(What a drama! His own mama!) whom he would not let draw near,
And he said with bitter laughter, “We shall meet in the hereafter.”
Well, she went away and died that day. He never shed a tear.
So he met her up in heaven after more than 37
Years of setting out and getting even closer to the bone:
“Son, you should have eaten better. I’ve been knitting you a sweater.”
But the hermit would not permit her to help him try it on!
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