He gave them a kiss before he left with his friends to a bar
The felt his love and affection
But a year later the kiss apeared to be a ****** judaskiss
And his son
And his daughter
And his wife
Were fictional crusified

“Rain for my words!”
Cried the poet.
But the rain would
Not acquiesce.
For she dreaded
Lnguage Judaskiss.

(c) LazharBouazzi, May 14, 2016; revised, August 2, 2016