Must Be A Joke

 

 

Ha, ha, ha,

He must be a joke

In the middle of nowhere

He builds a boat

 

How will he move it?

This massive boat

Without water

How will it float?

 

He mentions a flood

That is to come

Let us all taunt him

And have some fun

 

 

Seven people only

Were assisting Noah

So building the ark

Was quite slow

 

It was a long time

Before the flood

For the naysayers

This was good

 

One hundred years

And twenty more

Noah and family

Had to be sore

 

Bearing the brunt

Of everyone’s jokes

A warning he gave

Every time he spoke

 

A flood is coming

He preached to them

But not one convert

What a problem!

 

 

Building a boat

And preaching too

Such a long time

Breeds a dim view

 

The more he preached

The less they heard

And building a boat

Was just absurd

 

A long time passes

After a long time

Something simple

Strikes the mind

 

Only animals respond

To Father Noah

Two by two

They begin to show

Into the ark

These animals went

But the human beings

Refuse to repent

 

Still they laughed

At Father Noah

And they totally enjoyed

His free show

 

Ignoring the signs

The animals displayed

Must be a joke

So they say

 

“What is that?”

One of them asked

This time of course

No one laughed

 

“Water,” one said

And up they looked

  But by this time

The ark’s door was shut

Must be a joke

But the joke’s on them

Not one of them

Knew how to swim

  

Drowned they all did

Every single one

But for all in the ark

Came a new dawn

 

It was after the flood

When they disembarked

Noah and his family

Made a new start

 

Must be a joke

I am hearing you say

The joke will be on you

One of these days

 

Heed the call now

The bridegroom comes

He could be here

Before this day is done

 

 

Must be a joke

But you won’t laugh

If you don’t get in

Before time is past

 

Ha, ha, ha,

You’ll be the joke

In the middle of nowhere

Without a hope

 

Stewart Russell © September 2019

 

 

A Lament and A Request

 

 

 

If I knew then what I know now

I would not have done what I did then,

Hindsight is twenty-twenty vision

Hence, now I see the problem.

 

I had it all, well quite a lot

But I thought there was more to be had,

So I hatched a scheme and planned it well

But the whole thing turned out bad.

 

I underestimated the one at the top

I did not know what I was thinking

For all along he was aware of my scheme

And next the entire thing was sinking.

 

It was no use weeping over spilt milk

I just waited for another opportunity,

And came it did in another place

And I grabbed that chance with glee.

 

It was like taking cake from a child

And indeed they were more like children,

I pull that one off with great success

This time I created the problem.

 

I got revenge but was still dissatisfied

Even though I had created a mess,

So I waited patiently for another chance

And that one was the test of tests.

But again I failed and miserably so

Even though I had held some odds,

I had to be a slow learner, I now can see

That I took on a failure’s job.

 

Many a man thinks I am smart

And throw in their lot with me,

But they are wasting their time just like I did

And will share in my destiny.

 

I won’t go empty handed and that’s a fact

I did not in my first attempt,

And now my goal is to add to my lot

To those that with me are hell bent.

 

Defeated by the Father and then the Son

And now by the Holy Spirit,

Running out of time and rapidly so

With failure as my growing habit.

 

I will end my lament with this request

As I beg you to join those without hope,

Please, as my emissaries come to your door

I am asking that you give me your vote.

 

Perhaps by now you think I’m a fool

And I am inclined to agree with you

But if all like now you haven’t tuned to God

Then you must be a fool too.

 

Stewart Russell © September 2019