god winked

the siren schloobled
swaggerless long the
road at the edge of
my schnitzed hearing

no gnus, or news or
purple pews with blue
haired ladies dying
EMTless between dischord
well blessed amidst strained
strains of some of old John Adam's best
Unitarian hymns

I schoobled along the back
wall where God hung out
de-angelled and bornibbling
on the grinipply sermon
of the querthumpuary minster
violent in his stump.

Yub tongued and wuvilistic,
God made the yapyap hands

So you can imagine
exactly how I re-reacted:
guffawulation sneezes
in the brimstone air.