Dustin Hu sent this today. I think it’s very good.
Below is a rough version of a poem about the Flying Spaghetti Monster that was written over the course of 4 periods of nothing to do at school.
Our Noodly Lord
High in the sky, unseen by the masses
Enlightening people as he silently passes
Extending an appendage that’s noodly in shape
He gives people wisdom, leaving them mouth agape.
Though nobody knows what his intentions may be,
One thing is certain; it’s easy to see:
His Noodliness is benevolent and wise
Dishing out knowledge as he flies through the skies.
The FSM is here to help
Floating around like a great ball of kelp
Though he can enlighten, go through walls, and fly
We must always ask ourselves why
He does the things that he does
For we are forever in his debt because,
Whether he’s friendly, helpful, or just bored
He will always love us, Our Noodly Lord.