this was not written by me, but i found it quite amusing and thought i'd share
And he didst look down upon the world
and sent forth his angels to proclaim
that the Eve of Judgement had come anon.
So didst every clock stop
and all heads turned skyward
ears cocked, awaiting the Verdict.
The fundamentalists quailed that they would at last
be proven.
And lo! He didst open his mouth to speak to the masses
but Nothing issued forth
for his voice had gone away
from disuse
And he could not rise from his golden throne
for his muscles had atrophied long ago
He glared down at the world
that, seeing that no one was going to speak,
continued on its business
And he remembered that yesterday he'd attempted
the same thing
and the day before that
and the day before that
all to the same conclusion that was drawing near
But why bother perusing this matter?
He had his workers upon the Earth
to speak for him
to act in his name
Why not take a nap again?
That golden throne looks awful comfy from down here....
So didst the fundamentalists whisper to his angels
and as they were the voices of him upon the Earth
they carried the Word back to him
and nodded, he thus did doze and snooze
Maybe he'd get up tomorrow.
