How It All Began - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
A star fell onto virgin earth
and triggered there a holy birth.
Forgive me, but it has been said
that until then the world was dead
and God who was the man in charge
was dreaming of a giant barge.
When plans were ripe for its construction
and formulas and smart deduction
had been laid out on God's own table
he mixed some dough, made Kain and Able
and told them 'go and fornicate',
which they sure did. At any rate
he soon had plenty human souls
to fill the shoes and take the roles
of changing into something clever
the deserts of the world forever.
But, in his haste and short of staff
he did take time to have a laugh,
had left his office for a minute
with all his lab equipment in it.
And as he looked upon the map
he had forgotten that the tap
was running in his office still
it was to be the biggest spill
of water that could ever be.
I think it scared him, but to flee
was not what Gods were meant to do
so he ordained quicksmart a crew
led by the first who stood nearby
his name was Noah, quite a guy.
So in the end all things went well
the arc itself went through the swell
of all the waters with great ease
was followed by a healthy breeze.
You see that's how the whole thing started,
and not because the Devil farted.
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