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    God, A Poem

    Автор книги James Fenton1

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    A nasty surprise in a sandwich, A drawing-pin caught in your sock, The limpest of shakes from a hand which. You'd thought would be firm as a rock, A serious mistake in a nightie, A grave disappointment all round. Is all that you'll get from th'Almighty, Is all that you'll get underground. Oh he said: 'If you lay off the crumpet. I'll see you alright in the end. Just hang on until the last trumpet. Have faith in me, chum-I'm your friend.' But if you remind him, he'll tell you: 'I'm sorry, I must have been pissed- Though your name rings a sort of a bell. You. Should have guessed that I do not exist. 'I didn't exist at Creation, I didn't exist at the Flood, And I won't be around for Salvation. To sort out the sheep from the cud.