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Tell it how it is
Ah, poets and wordsmiths one and all
let's sit here by the campfire
and tell the buggers how it really is from
In the beginning God created
the glittering heavens and miserable earth
and didn't notice the Big Bang
because He was too busy during
six days and six nights of overtime
to pay heed to convoluted evolution
but on the seventh day
He'd had more than enough
and rested by mowing the lawns
and said to Mrs God
that He'd see Her later
after a round of relaxing golf
when He'd come home bearing
fish and chips with salt and vinegar
fried in 10 secret herbs and spices
and then after a cold beer or three
slumped in front of the TV
They could talk to Each other
about the lousy state of the universe
that was going to the dogs
along with the fruit loops and stock exchange
to all of which Mrs God replied
with a sniff that He didn't love Her anymore
and why couldn't He be more like hot Diablo next door
and that He hadn't told Her for ages and ages
He loved Her even a little bit or how nice She looked
or brought her roses as He used to before She married Him
perhaps it had all come to this because She had nothing to wear
in her crowded wardrobe full of rags
and why didn't He take Her out anymore unless He was ashamed of Her
but Mrs Beelzebub next door had already had a face lift
and breast augmentation the other day just before
she and Diablo went on holidays to warmer climates
whereas He did nothing but play golf
drink beer and play poker with those no-hoper angels
yet just never made time for Her anymore as He once did
and left Her to look after the kids
with surly young Adam having discovered girls
and Eve pestering about apples, pantyhose and a trainer bra
while both of the ungrateful little sods were doing lousy at school
and that He'd better buck up or She'd have a nervous breakdown
or leave Him and sue for a divorce and to hell with the pre-nup conditions
Ah, poets and wordsmiths one and all
sitting with your mouths hanging open by the campfire
let's astonish our adoring public and tell them how it really is
See also:
01 Stricken
02 Bomber
03 Revenge
04 Attitude
05 Oz Beach
000 Tinkles, Musings, Humour & Short Series - Table of Contents


Comments: 43
Laurun...do not follow False Profits unless you too want to end up in the Burning Pits.... as for me, I'm going to delve into finding my "inner light", I think I lost it somewhere on Gather!
If you go to Purgatory, you'll probably find me there.
Y'know, when I hear others (be)labour the point about how we are made in His image, I don't quite think this is what they intended...
If this is the sorta thing that gets one inducted into the Burning Pits, pass me a number.
Magi, this is too good ! Now I see 'how it really is!'
Beer?Golf? 'Don't love me any more??''
Aaah..now I see verrrryy clearly.!
What a unique way to lay it on the line; the state of society at its worst.
Yes, let us get together and speak for the masses. This world has gone to s#$#!
You made my afternoon! I cannot stop admiring you! where Mrs God idea came from? you are fantastic! and you are right in the same time.
Thank you so much for this wonderful moments shared with us.
Magi, this poem uses this satirical form wisely and well to maximum effect, to show us in our own glass darkly, so far from heaven but always searching for a way into hell´s wishing well. Most excellent, my dear friend.