Proof

The proof is in the pudding,
They say, but I think sometimes
The pudding is in the proof.
You know, like poof
There goes the roof,
Or, you’re so aloof
When you’re in Tartuffe.

It’s like they say
When you’re in the way,
Oh, Maybe he’s just gay,
And then go on to pray
For yet another day
Out there in the hay
With Ray.