Oh I remember when I first met Miss Bat —

The Church of the Holy Tail is where it was at.

She said I'd lived my life too long in the dark,

So in the jucussi of enlightenment was where my lessons would start.

She sends your knees to butter

And sends your heart all aflutter,

Swishing the tail this way and that,

Giving you the chance to stroke, kiss and pat.

The knowledge inside me just grew and grew,

And I knew exactly what I should do,

Out on a quest, come rain, wind or hail,

To find more members to stroke the bat's holy tail.

So no matter what might come my way,

I must follow her teachings every day.

And so my life I must devote

To the deity with the red hot pout.

Poetry by Cal Fortuneswell

Cal Fortuneswell

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