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Noah's Gone Fishing

It snowed in Baghdad yesterday; The Whales will have to find Somewhere else to go; The Islands are SOLD OUT. The traffic in the sky Is going to get worse; As the Earth floods again, The Lost City of New Orleans comes to mind. Noah looked out his window, And it was unseasonably warm, Not a cloud in the sky. He decided to go fishing, But when he got to the ocean They told him it was CLOSED for renovations. The gods looked up from Their studio apartment in the ghetto. "He doesn't realize the flood Will come from below," One of them says, which is not important. “The land named by RED which was inappropriately christened For one thing it is not, GREEN Is the stage it will take place on.” "The people want to know WHEN?" the God of Traffic asks. "Tell them, sooner than you think," Says the God of Money, Who knows death is imminent. The Almighty Dollar goes home, And takes a bath with a bread maker, As Noah tries to resurrect A miniature version of his ark inside a bottle of ABSOLUT. By: Joseph DeMarco

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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