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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A long time ago, in the dark lands of the gentile pagans The people where like giants and our twelve spies; ants! The spies’ mission went sour and they were almost captured. Ten managed to escape to our lovely desert camps; enraptured! The other two made themselves scarce, to the inconvenience of a woman Who hid them in the roof of her house and lied to save their hides. By and by, our brave woman married one spy and another gentile woman Married the other spy…oh the dreadful tides!!! It so happened that our promiscuous spies both died, and at the same time too. Their distraught mother (for they were brethren) decided to return home. But the woman who had first hid them made bid to return with her But Old Childless Mother said “turn away my daughters for thou hast seen I have No sons and am too old and ugly to attract a man, for surely any man attracted to Me in this state must darn well be impotent or desperate!” The second saw reason and turned back home to her shows for her name was Orpah Winfey. The one who had first hid the spies refused and said (with courageous theme playing in The background) “intreat me not to turn aside, for wither thou goest, I will go and wither Thou lodgest I shall be thine squatter and where thou diest I shall be present for the wake keep!” When she saw that her determination was deeply ruthed, Old Childless Widow sayest unto her; “Damn, why the hell not!” So it came to pass that Ruth came to dwell with us, the chosen people. But she was an outright lazy pile of bones, what with all the sitting all day under palm trees And gisting and gossiping with passersby. Well some folk thought she was a prophet His name was Barak Oboma, he was dark and handsome and he was our leader. She made him start a war with the people in the East whose military was whispered In dark places to be to be “The Talibansers” but that is a tale for another day. Here ends the unnecessarily protracted and adjusted story of Root: the harlot turn Wife turn widow turn immigrant turned prophet.
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