The Pied Poper

Pharyngula: Vatican watch

The rat singer sang
"Just say no to big bang"
And he wished all their condoms away.
God provided him aids
To promote his crusades
On the willful, the poor and the gay.

But the offerings decreased
(Blame the profligate priests)
And he found himself lacking for coyne,
So, to halt the decline
Of his business divine,
Found a cultural war he could join.

"By reviving debates
For the United States
To stop science relying on fact
I've a chance to rewind
My infallible mind:
Here's some history my church can redact."

See the Poper had tried
To see birth control pied
But the masses won't play by his rules.
Now he's bucking the slide
To enlightenment's side
By defiance of science in schools.

Wells' Farrago

Pharyngula: Fresh PIGDID
On: The Politically Incorrect Guide to Darwinism and Intelligent Design

They're drinking from the Wells of deep delusion.
That mine of quotes he delves is rich indeed
From which he poaches diamonds in profusion
To fill the sandbag levees of his creed.

The flood he fights is only just a theory;
By light of Moon he toils against the tides;
With every shovelful he grows less weary;
His great commission succors and provides.

I looked into the John as one who tries
To find a catchy phrase for him, a hook:
"Here lies a saint. In steadfast faith he lies."
(Not for his grave. A warning on his book.)