David and Jenny wrote sonnets that were required to begin with some variation of the phrase "Jesus doth reside within those lobes." Here are their respective odes to God's greatest gift to any lover: les lobes.
David's Sonnet (Elizabethan)
Yea, Jesus doth reside within those lobes,
Those lovely lobes upon her lovely ears
Attached unto the loveliest of globes
Within which couch the loveliest of spheres
There will be time to dwell upon those eyes
There will be time to gaze upon that head
And in such time, those ears will hear my sighs,
Yet now is such a time for lobes instead.
For Jesus turned the water into wine
And Jesus multiplied the loaves and fish
Now from the vault of heaven comes the sign
Of flesh that is no flesh, but velvet squish
Miraculous her lobes, then, plainly be,
In texture and in softness, without match
Behold, the Second Coming, plain to see,
Celestial plane on earth, my heart to catch
Jesus loves me, this I truly know
Because my lady's earlobes tell me so.
Jenny's Sonnet (Poorly Constructed Petrarchan)
And lo, I see that Jesus must reside within those lobes
Feathers doth my iris sprout, trembling with gossamer grace
Winged emissaries of love for the nubs that straddle your face
The warmest sorrel of thy squishy halos harks back to Turin Robes.
What shall a man be without these simpering drops of ear meat?
Beelzebub, with hoof cloven and temper odious wouldst damn these
Monstrous beings that lack barrier to squalls bowing the trees
But my love ascends to pearly borders, lobes bowing only to holy feet.
If eyes be the window to the soul, the lobes be an alter
Prostrate, I offer up centuries for centimeters of perfection
Two hands clasped in prayer, four chambers begin to balter
My breathless bosom be a testament to my affection
I raise my weak voice to praise the savior’s reflection
My hymn cannot harmony hold, yet devotion will never falter.
Ear meat: the other other other white meat.
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