Lot 3

God, then, assumed the office of a cook

And baked the Sodomites like salmon trout.

Only the family of Lot got out,

Though his wife suffered for that backward look.

They camped near Zoar, in a stony nook.

Lot's daughters, starved of love, began to pout,

Seeing no sign of penises about,

And, driven by a fleshly need, forsook

Propriety. Here at least was their father.

They gave him wine with a well-salted pasty.

When he was drunk they fucked him to a lather,

Not finding this unnatural or nasty.

No fire rained down. It seems that God is rather

Inclined to incest but hates pederasty.