I don’t believe in Christmas,
I don’t believe in Love.
But do believe in microbes
Passed on by the glorious dove.
Where are you my salvation?
Where are the jiggling bells?
What if prospective year,
Comes worst of all the hells.
Then, I’ll stand up for Jesus
Then, O magnificent snob,
I will hail the Reason
Thine, O the mighty microbe!
Dec. 19, 2002
Happy-Merry-Joyous, and jolly holydays my little one…
:)
O, microbe! Thine glory will go in vain not!
© Copyright: Fern, 2003
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