A Day In The Life Of God Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

God had some time, it always did turn out that way,
before his lunch which was the highlight of the day.
He'd twiddle fingers, thumbs, of each he had eleven,
and made new servants in a blink, routinely seven.
He called the servants by their given names, of course,
that's how Bonanza's fatso had been christened Hoss,
all wore suspenders and green lederhosen from Bad See,
and a small swastika with flowers on each knee.
Each new arrival was recruited by his skill,
and all would bow their heads and pray, it was His will.
He left no doubt that all His enemies were dumb
and so the time went by until His kingdom come.