Ten-month-old sick

There once was some ten-month old sick
Which nobody wanted to lick
(Unless they were drunk)
For it smelt like a skunk
And was nearly a hundred yards thick.

The Deity, to His distress
Fell down an infinite regress
Quite unreconstructed
In "fact" deconstructed
The "Word become flesh" more or less...

There once was a Godhead Incarnate
Whose hair was the colour of garnet
Omnipotent, timeless
Infinite and rhymeless
He kept all eternity in a hairnet.

My sofa is made ^out of rhubarb

There once was a hospital nurse
Who had spent all her life in a hearse
And yet no one knew why...
"Indigestion!" I cry,
For she'd eaten the whole Universe!