On the twenty-first of May
Was to be the final day;
Then the world would be aborted
And the goodly souls be sorted.
Camping followers have found
That their feet stayed on the ground,
With surprise their senses capture
That there is a ruptured rapture.
Now they simply say it means
It took place behind the scenes;
So it’s time, I really feel,
That true reasons I reveal.
Why it got postponed is that
I just had a little chat
With the powers up on high
Saying why I should not die.
‘Please reschedule this event
Till my Lotto’s won and spent,
When I’m ready, quite, to go,
I’ll be sure to let you know.’
‘Well, okay,’ was the reply,
‘We’ll postpone the big bye-bye;
And await your say-so when
It should be switched on again.’
So you lot should clearly see
That you owe a lot to me,
And you’ll place quite large amounts
Into all my bank accounts.
© May 2011 Colonialist (Letterdash/Wordpress)