In the Beginning
In the beginning God said let there be light
Then God said, let there be poets
Then God said, let there be light poetry
Then God said, let there be all kinds of poetry
Then God said, let the poets multiply
Then the earth was full of poets
Hundreds of thousands of poets
All in hot soup!
Poor God now
He can not read all this fine poetry
There are billions of them
Multiplying like the stars in the nighttime sky
Then on the seventh day
God said, I need a break, and he went to the bar
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2014
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