God Shuffled His Feet

After seven days he was quite tired so God said "Let there be a day just for picnics with wine and bread" He gathered up some people he had made Created blankets and laid back in the shade The people sipped their wine And what with God there, they asked him questions Like, "Do you have to eat?" or "Get your hair cut in Heaven?" "And if your eye got poked out in this life Would it be waiting up in Heaven with your wife?" God shuffled his feet And glanced around at them The people cleared their throats And stared right back at him So he said, "Once there was a boy who woke up with blue hair To him it was a joy until he ran out into the warm air He thought of how his friend would come to see And would they laugh or had he got some strange disease?" God shuffled his feet And glanced around at them The people cleared their throats And stared right back at him People sat waiting out on their blankets in the garden But God said nothing so someone asked him "Beg your pardon, I'm not quite clear about what you just spoke Was that a parabole or a very subtile joke?" God shuffled his feet And glanced around at them The people cleared their throats And stared right back at him