A poem for Stephen Colbert

Who Made Who

In the bible,
Mary is pure as can be
I always wondered,
How this could be?

At last this biblical
Riddle is solved,
Of how Jesus was born
And died for us all

Mary would need,
Some seed to concieve
The baby that all
Humanity needs

She looked around
And what seed did she find?
Colbert's 401
Yeh, it travels through time

So here is a question
For that young Irish lad
Who exactly,
was Jesus' dad?

Conan admit it,
There's no reason to stall
You know just like I do
Colbert created us all.