Lately it's begun to irk God
That He is impeccable
And thus incapable of lying.
Trying to amuse the ghost
Of a pale girl He used to meet
In the old church in Haarlem
He spoke of a thing with
A beaver's tail and otter's feet
And a venomous spur. Only
Frantic signals from St. Baavo
Prevented the world being filled
With disturbingly clever platypodes
Spiraling on batwings and breathing
Multi-colored gouts of fire.
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