In olden days when gods were small
and seething
bitter baby gods
in teething--
One afternoon the god of boats
floated by the god of moats
Good Sir, he said, the god of wood
has told me that he understood
the god of water never speaks
for his sake to the god of leaks
But hear the god of bailing weep
to see the god of fountains leap
up dancing in the god of air,
and splashing on the god of seats--
does not the god of water care?
Said moats, the god of fountains
is sub-god to the god of mountains
and nothing to the god of leaks
to which the god of water
for wood's sake never speaks--
now beware the god of sinking's stare
Then on the shore the god of candy
wrestled with the god of brandy
and the god of alcohol grew pale
as overhead the god of leafy shade
led forth the chocolate deity
The great god of cocoa and god of brown
the god of creamy texture all around
the god of goo
they all lay down
and called upon the god of lovely sound
to praise the chocolate deity
The god of chocolate boats
addressed the god of chocolate moats
and said Sir, the god of cocoa floats
with creamy fountain gods
beneath the chocolate mountain gods
and claims this boat, this moat,
in one delicious drink
and with the god of chocolate muck
I sink
within the chocolate deity
and seething
bitter baby gods
in teething--
One afternoon the god of boats
floated by the god of moats
Good Sir, he said, the god of wood
has told me that he understood
the god of water never speaks
for his sake to the god of leaks
But hear the god of bailing weep
to see the god of fountains leap
up dancing in the god of air,
and splashing on the god of seats--
does not the god of water care?
Said moats, the god of fountains
is sub-god to the god of mountains
and nothing to the god of leaks
to which the god of water
for wood's sake never speaks--
now beware the god of sinking's stare
Then on the shore the god of candy
wrestled with the god of brandy
and the god of alcohol grew pale
as overhead the god of leafy shade
led forth the chocolate deity
The great god of cocoa and god of brown
the god of creamy texture all around
the god of goo
they all lay down
and called upon the god of lovely sound
to praise the chocolate deity
The god of chocolate boats
addressed the god of chocolate moats
and said Sir, the god of cocoa floats
with creamy fountain gods
beneath the chocolate mountain gods
and claims this boat, this moat,
in one delicious drink
and with the god of chocolate muck
I sink
within the chocolate deity
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- 5 Dec 2015, 20:44"One of Two" has checked in, and I am very happy to see the response! I just finished Eco's The Prague Cemetery and felt myself deep in Joculumesque territory without a native guide.
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- 14 Oct 2013, 02:05John, I think you would find even more to it than my generous appraisal of it suggests.
Since posting this I have gone through Part 1&2 of Don Quixote, and quite strongly feel that Patocki's… - 13 Oct 2013, 23:26Sent here by Joculum at LJ. This already makes me like the book you have made me imagine this one to be. But it it?
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But I do miss one good old fellow:
The fluffy god of sweet marsh-mellow!
Still, you make an excellent point!
I've heard that that certain minstrels,
being of an independent nature
often add the following lines:
The god of fluff and god of white
both born upon the god of cloud
were looking for a little bite
and asked the god of chocolate feasts
below,
if he knew of any special treats
and so,
Feasts said aloud: I've chocolate bunnies,
chocolate pigs, and chocolate honeys,
and little chocolate frogs in wigs.
Oh no!
Exclaimed the god of white
I see this land is overwhelmed
insidiously with chocolate blight
whose luscious rule would put an end
to healthful yogurt, clarity and light?
--the dreaded chocolate deity!
'Tis so, the god of chocolate marsh
intoned with sucking moan to god-of-feasts
this realm is bereft of anything
so fine and bright, so spun and clean
as the sweet god of cloud within my sight
It seems the gods of air and cloud
are not yet chocolate beasts--
is there nothing they can do
against chocolate's rule?
The god of pure sugar heard this plea
and conversed with the god of spinning
while the gods of cloud, white, fluffy,
and air all joined to retire the inning
A new god was born on that cloud
then and there
rotund, slightly heavier
than air, it descended
white, light and six-ended
it alighted, sat upright
and would not be blended
Hello there, said marsh to the
fellow aglow there
with soft inner light
in the chocolate marsh shallow
Indeed Sir,
There's no need to bellow!
for I'm quite sound absorptive
said the new god marsh-mellow