When God His Pot Had Stirred
when God could create
was caught riding a fast freight
which had been of date
according to latest scope
God said in pool was much poop
which threw us for a loop
when all my duties are done
God let me have fun in the sun
until sun tan has been done
when God would made ocean wide
on a surfboard wave did ride
slipped and sandpaper applied
when God was on the prowl
He would shoot a wise old owl
on face found a scowl
when God put on coat
He said you should vote in Shallotte
while we rocked the boat
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2024
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