An Easter poem (blasphemous)

I know I've posted this before, but it's Easter, and Jesus has come out of his cave, seen his shadow, and forecast six more weeks of sin, so I suppose in posting the following blasphemy I'm doing my part.

Easter Poem, with transubstantiation

by John MacBeath Watkins

The apostles' cold collation
turns, through transubstantiation,
from bread and wine vegans could toast
to chowing down the party's Host.