Upon a gilded podium, in a bar
Sat, Elohim, Allah, and a Carpenter.
Arms locked, the mead dribbling
Down Allah's chin, Elohim scribbling
A joke about a Preist, a Rabbi, and a Minster.

Meanwhile the Carpenter sat, looking pale
(Having not expected such spirit in his grail)
And they all had a laugh at the fools below
Allah puked on a table, who would lick it up?

And Elohim told the Carpenter he was the best
Friend he'd ever had, but Allah was a buddy too
A buddy true and true,
And Allah was angry, he beat his chest
(But his best friends knew it was just a jest)

Then their food came (rump of graven calf)
And the three buddies had to laugh
At the irony.