SONNET XII

Inside a sacred temple an honest man
With great devotion was praying one day,
His eyes wellsprings as he dispatched
A thousand sighs from his passionate breast.

After kissing for a great while
The holy beads which tightly he grasped,
With them the good man tapped
His eyes, mouth, temples, and side.

His devotion grew and grew until finally,
He attempted to kiss the ground,
Believing the greatest humility is in this.

He asked room of an old lady and she
Turned her back to show him her behind,
Saying, "Kiss here, Sir, for 'tis all earth."