JackassI believe, I believe, in the One Lord Jackass, Who dwelleth alone in his high mountain pass; Lord of Truth, Lord of Life: My Lord of The Way; My Lord through whom carrots must pass the Last Day, On their journey to dwell in the Mansions of Nod, Where rabbits are footloose and slugs are foot trod. I believe in the Father, the laughing Jackass, Creator of carrots, of all biomass; Who took light and bent it, and just for a lark, Made us to eat carrots to see in the dark, On our journey to dwell in the Blackness of Nod, Where conies are knowing of perch, pole and rod. I believe in His one Son, the bleeding Jackass, Who rose somewhat crossly, then relapsed, alas! Lord of Hee, Lord of Haw: My Lord of Wet Straw; My Lord by whom carrots are mulched to help grow, As the roots of the great Hanging Gardens of Nod, Where bunnies are snared on both green turf and sod. I believe in the Spirit, the stubborn Jackass, Which passeth amongst us a foul, noxious gas; That lighted delights us with bright tongues of flame, To comfort all carrots we boil in His Name, And prepare for the plates on the Tables of Nod, Where rabbit pie's served with peas fresh from the pod. I believed, I believe, in the One Lord Jackass, Who donkey's ears since should have gone out to grass; Lord of this! Lord of that! My Lord, what a peeve! A Lord for whom carrots are root of all heave! Ill equipped long to dwell in the Chambers of Nod, Where we'd hear the buck's tops, does braying thank God! |
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