Word of God is all we have.
There is no God of sense.
Not having sense the Word is packed,
Choc-a-bloc with stuff and nonsense.
I'm averse to choc when it's a-bloc,
So tell me please, dear Liz,
Does anywhere exist Word version,
Leaves out the choc,
Leaves in why God's my biz?
I agree with Danny. but a poem is always the expression of heart which can not be denied. well done.
This is a witty retort and an obvious personal choice to be averse to the filler of moniethistic belief systems. Please see my old poem 'To individual', don't care if you review or not. Sharp and direct.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Equivocal meaning. Are you a believer? Witty mention of chocolate and 'choc-a-bloc', an expression which is often used in New Zealand too.