Heard At the Bar

The turnip and the onion dip

Were talking religion at the bar,

Then the salsa I heard it quip,

Its religion was the best by far.

To eavesdrop on these condiments

Or ‘appies’ as they’re known,

I didn’t get their sentiments

For surely logic was not being shown.

Yes, each with their own point of view

Espousing loudly from their bowls.

Only their religion would do,

And theirs alone could save souls.

Now I’m not cut from the same stock

So I really didn’t have much to say,

But then the lemon and lime began to talk,

Yes, in my glass they twisted away.

“Religion,” they said, “Is merely bunk,

And nothing better refutes,

For you morons where the crackers dunk,

Still won’t accept us fruits.”