The Day God Finally Lost His Marbles
One fell from His left ear,
another from His right,
one ejected from His nose
and bounce-bounced out of sight.
He slipped on them when He got up,
and fell flat on His back,
then one came rolling from His mouth,
another from His crack.
The angels harped about His fall,
and helped Him to His feet,
then gathered all His marbles up,
and flung them in the street.
If you've any comments on this poem,
Geertjan Wielenga would be
pleased to hear from you.