Touring the gilded monasteries storage of body parts of people they venerate. Me, I would like selfies or autographs.

Fingernails and hair,
In bedazzled cigar box,
Next feretory.

“Old saint what’s his name,
Within the box his remains,
Let’s not open it. “

Ew ew ew ew Gross,
Too much information ew
Gross ew ew ew ew.

“I’m feeling gruntled,
With news of the problem whelmed,
Words not used enough. “