Sonnet to the Flying Spaghetti Monster
December 20th 2006 21:12
I told Miss Faith that I would write a sonnet about the FSM, and here it is:
Thy semolina is without compare
No other pasta can do what you do
Remaining totally hidden from view
Despite being large and floating through air
Thy influence can be seen everywhere
From making a midgit before day two
To making objects seem to be less new
Thy meat balls are huge - as thou art aware
Thy heaven has volcanoes sprouting beer
Thy stripper factory should make thou proud
'Tis not a place in which all are allowed
One must show respect and don pirate gear
Woe befalls those who dismiss you rudely
They feel wrath of appendages noodly
Thy semolina is without compare
No other pasta can do what you do
Remaining totally hidden from view
Despite being large and floating through air
From making a midgit before day two
To making objects seem to be less new
Thy meat balls are huge - as thou art aware
Thy heaven has volcanoes sprouting beer
Thy stripper factory should make thou proud
'Tis not a place in which all are allowed
One must show respect and don pirate gear
Woe befalls those who dismiss you rudely
They feel wrath of appendages noodly
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