The grapes of St. Pubis

lowly in the abbey
dressed rather shabby
was a reluctant nudist
soon to be named St. Pubis

yearning to bare it all
was his inner call
he sought aid from a flutist
he to be named St. Pubis

music was the fake out
offering monks doubt
that they harbored some cubist
he to be named St. Pubis

listening to square tunes
he slyly wore moons
a true buff absolutist
he to be named St. Pubis

his call was ratified
and so sanctified
"To yourself be e're truest"
the great words of St. Pubis