Oooh, that's sexy-talk for cunning linguists.
Anyway. Here's another poem. This one's a riddle.
Who Am I?
Many a Christian I've tastefully lured.
I've never been sick, but I've often been cured.
I'm soft when I start but I'm hard at the end
Although some like me better when I slightly bend.
And while we're quite different, (I don't want to gloat),
I share something important with an actor of note.
Some say I'm a killer, some say I'm a sin;
Some open their mouths to invite me right in.