God moves in mysterious ways

God moves in mysterious waysHis wonders to performBut why’d he make it cold up hereWhen down there’s far too warmWhat’s the point of earthquakesOf famine floods and firesAnd if they’re all so sinfulWhy’d he give us our desiresWhy’d he make diseasesThat blight us in our lifeThat cause us all to suffer, andWhy did he make my wife? Thank god I’m an atheist

— shazbat, Feb 10, 2010

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Region, Country: Norfolk, UK, GBR

Favorite Poets: Kipling, T.S Eliot, Hilaire Belloc, Ogden Nash, Spike Milligan and many more.

Critiques

poewriter58

16 years 3 months ago

John

I knew there had to be a catch somewhere in this poem. and there it was right at the end lol Chrys

shazbat

16 years 3 months ago

As with most things in life

As with most things in life there's going to be a catch of some sort, and this was no exception, thanks for stopping by Chrys i'm glad that it raised a smile John

mand

16 years 2 months ago

Very clever, the last bit is

Very clever, the last bit is a surprise - that's what makes it funny. Loved it. LOve Mand