Saturday, December 10, 2005

An atheist poem for xmas

As I was going up the stair,
I met a god who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today;
I wish to god he'd go away.
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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous11/12/05 9:52 pm

    Then I went down the stair,
    a god saw me in my underwear.
    Stained wtih mustard and ravioli,
    They were old and just plain holy.

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  2. Anonymous11/12/05 9:55 pm

    Ho Ho Holy, a voice did cry,
    Swaddlings aren't your alibi.
    I checked the bullrushes only this morn,
    Seems to me you come from the corn.

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