My search for God traversed land and sea

I finally found Him in Ward 3C.

He appeared to have been smoking crack,

I told him straight: I want my Helen back!

Sayeth He: Is that Helen of Troy, so fair?

No, no, it’s Helen of Queens with jet black hair.

To which He defensively replies:

I had nothing to do with her demise.

Bull! The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh.

He lowered his breath and thus spaketh:

Don’t fall for that, they’re finally on to me,

Why the hell do you think I’m in Ward 3C?

Back to front page