Mountainous Piques
What God did on the seventh day
Is now revealed! The Daily Star
With ace reporters in its pay
And bribes for angels who will say
God clipped his nails and played guitar
He tried to strum a merry tune
But broke a string! The Daily said
That Chaos had arrived too soon
('Twas only Sunday afternoon)
So God said "Damn!" and went to bed
But Chaos, when He rose again
Confounded Him. The daily round
Of winding string and wounding ten
While harking to the sons of men
Each daily deafened by His sound
Proved too much strain. He cried aloud:
"Oh bugger it! The daily round
Of purging the infernal cloud
Of everything that's not allowed
Will leave no God to kick around"
"I wish I hadn't started this
Confoundingness!" The Daily then
reported "GOD HAS GONE AMISS!"
And pages of analysis
Will answer such dire questions when
Hell freezes and there's boundless time
For rhyme online. The daily spiel
It's classified ad's now all in verse
A fitting crime for those who curse
A little Chaos: no big deal
Contributors: | Roland, P, loaf, Kansas Sam, rainbowz, Beefy, Anon., AGJ, keith c. |
Poem finished: | 11th March 2003. |