Saturday, October 22, 2011

Flying Spaghetti Monster






Strings and branes and M-Theory tales:
That's what the Fly-Monster's made of.
Oodles of noodles wave out as He sails
Into the twilight with nothing but love:
That's what the Fly-Monster's made of.

Flying Spaghetti vibrating in rhyme:
That's what the Fly-Monster's made of.
Eleven dimensions — de facto space-time,
Seven dimensions are bended and shoved:
That's what the Fly-Monster's made of.

Supersymmetric He makes gravity:
That's what the Fly-Monster's made of.
Filling His churches with grand levity,
Large scales and quanta now sing hand and glove:
That's what the Fly-Monster's made of.

All worlds' religions He mocks tongue in cheek:
That's what the Fly-Monster's made of.
Churches are filled with the bard and the geek
Hearing His psalm, not a hawk but a dove:
That's what the Fly-Monster's made of.



photo from the pews of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster
placed in the Poets United Poetry Pantry #72



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