And on to thee I ask
Could you worship me
If I were a burning bush
And not just any deity

Before a flood can drown your mind
Before a wrath can end all time
Would you take a knee

If I were washed in putrid muck
To set your spirit free
If I could give you meaning
A reason just to be
If I were nicknamed Wisdom
Or King of all the Kings
Would you bow down holy
And come and join my team

Would you believe in me
If I came to you in a dream
Walking on the surface
Of a clear running stream
Or if I were but a Star
Who fell from heaven
To where you are...
Would you at least
Come sit by my fire
No need to bow down
   Unless you desire...

.
It drove the poet round the bend,
his limericks just wouldn't end.
They'd go well for a time,
but come the fourth line....


It drove the poet round the bend,
his limericks just wouldn't end.
They had the precision of a clock,
but then they would suddenly stop...


It drove the poet round the bend,
his limericks just wouldn't end.
It really wasn't his fault,
they just came to a halt...


...**** it!


© Pagan Paul (01/02/17)