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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

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anselmo_b
Oct. 18th, 2008 05:45 am (UTC)
Illustrious round that 's gathered here
But I do miss one good old fellow:
The fluffy god of sweet marsh-mellow!
(Anonymous)
Oct. 18th, 2008 10:53 pm (UTC)
It's hard to know where to draw the line with so many minor gods...
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



















dyvyd
Oct. 21st, 2008 05:58 pm (UTC)
After re-reading my last extension of the Chocolate Deity, I think I may need to stress that this is a "confectionery fantasy", having nothing to do with racial tension-- all that god of white and chocolate stuff is merely personified cocoa and marsh mellows, just for fun, and future installments to the bold epic might include the Coming of the Caramel King, the Whipping of the Cream, and the Cinnamon Bon Vivant.

dyvyd
Oct. 21st, 2008 06:23 pm (UTC)
Though I think that my initial purpose was to describe the birth of monotheism in a O. Nash-ian, W. Stevens-ian sort of way.
dyvyd
Oct. 21st, 2008 06:35 pm (UTC)
Perhaps later I will move on to the Great Bread Uprising, and the Dough-Boy Colossus, the Crisping of the Crackers, to the Coffee and Biscotti. This grows tedious, but I suspect there are many great food-related chapters just waiting to be found. Was it Johnson who called the Illiad "that great eating poem?" Maybe I AM on to something epic?
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