I bought a table that Jesus made

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

Jesus was a carpenter and I bought a table that he made.

It was very expensive, you'll be shocked by what I paid.

It cost five hundred thousand bucks.

Getting this table sure was good luck.

A man sent me an email and offered me a quarter of a billion dollars for it.

But it was made by the Son of God so when I got his email, I decided to ignore it.

People tell me that I was crazy to refuse his offer, they don't understand why.

It's very special because Jesus made it and I'll keep it until the day that I die.