God had nothing better to do that day
so he took off his crown to scratch his bonce
and had an idea – a good one for once
to create a little friend out of clay
but where was he going to get any?
Clay/earth earth/clay his mind whirred merrily.
Nice name Earth – and he’d call his friends mankind.
He’d make two of them and give them a fork
a garden and fruit trees and let them work
the land with lots of animals to husband;
he’d give them justice and freedom the prize…

and as he thought, before his very eyes
the universe exploded into view.
Satan finds work for idle hands to do.