The devil wears a single sock
the other foot is nude
he lives beneath a mossy rock
and thinks he is a dude.
I know you folks still do believe
that devils live in Hell
but no, from moss all devils weave
a web that they can sell.
They fool the masses with their tricks
and promise them great riches
their harvest is a happy mix
of clerics and bald witches.
So do not look toward the sky
for Heaven or for Hell
just mind those rocks as you walk by
step carefully, stay well.
Some day a giant flood will come
all devils under rocks
will stick like purple bubblegum
attached to single socks.
And Noah's Arc, now number two
will cruise a placid sea
all devils have been drowned for you
which leaves just you and me.
true herbert true two people left, even money old nick lurks in one of them that is why i carry a club to football matches you never know Warm regards allan
Now I get it! The troll under the bridge the three billygoats gruff tromped over were really the devil...and the billygoat gruff got rid of him. Then Noah came along and the rest is history. This is so complicated it just has to be true. Raynette
a rare talent manifested here! humor and intelligence fused the funny lines one after the other spiced up with tidbits of the surreal keeping the mind off center for the next line to bubble up a smile in the reader a grand poem
I love it! i actually found it funny... like the rythm too.
that was a hopeful tale...i think. are all bald guys witches?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think there's a bit of 'Edward Lear' here Herbert. It definitely has the feel and his type of way out unusual story telling. I loved the idea of the socks. Lovely flow, lovely words, knitted together nicely. Love Ernestine XXX