Mahadevi Akka was a fool,
Who thought she could fly
When she took off her clothes
In a declaration of her freedom.
She wandered the streets
In her birthday suit
Singing praises of Chenna Mallikarjuna,
Her divine Lover
because the local boys
Just didn’t measure up.
The joke’s on her though.
The local boys offended by her naked body,
Covered her in clothes
And stuck her into a temple
Of vitrified tiles
In perfect petrification.

They absolutely worship her now.