The first time it struck me

I thought Jesus! It’s Jesus!

Right there in the bathroom floor tile,

Don’t tell me you can’t really see it,

No one else wears their hair in that style

And after that, well he was everywhere,

Omnipotent some people say,

In the crease of an old leather bus seat,

Just lying there smiling away

His favourite place was the kitchen,

In a coaster some toast or the sink,

I’m not quite convinced there’s an afterlife

But it certainly makes you think

Sometimes he popped up in the fruit bowl,

In an apple that smelled a bit funky,

And last Tuesday morning we saw him again

In a half eaten kit kat chunky

I had to issue a warning,

I didn’t want him scaring the kid,

Who screamed as he grinned from her pancake,

And again from the marmite jar lid

He rose to the challenge at Christmas,

Whilst we were preparing the dinner,

He looked like he did the last time

Thought perhaps a little bit thinner,

I was expertly basting the turkey,

When I suddenly hear a shout

It’s him again oh it’s a miracle,

Right here on this Brussel sprout

We took photos and put them on facebook,

Then the wife said to me with a mutter,

Well what do we do with him now then love,

Shall we fry him with bacon and butter?

He didn’t appear then till Easter,

In a hot cross bun of all places,

There really was no end to this curious case

Of spotting these Jesus faces,

My wife was convinced by the image

And it wasn’t a trick of the light

So I went along with her theory

Not wanting to start up a fight

She said she was sure of it this time,

Oh look love, he seems very happy,

I can’t be mistaken it’s Jesus alright,

Well, it’s him or that Johnny Depp chappie

All the papers came round to take pictures,

And it gave us some fame for a while,

But then he stopped paying us visits,

Seems publicity wasn’t his style

Maybe he’ other places to be now

We shouldn’t be feeling this sorrow

But after you’ve read this I haven’t a doubt

You’ll be checking your tea cup tomorrow