With Cheese, Pencils and Eggs

A twisted odyssey
Of an innocent story
On paper and cheese
I shall amuse thee

God made fly
And He forgot why.
“Oh well,” He sighed
And reached for insecticide

With one swift squeeze
From His divine hand
He would send fly
Back to the motherland

Eyes wide with fear
Fly searched for a plan.
Buzzing to God’s ear
Fly yelled, “Wait, man!”

“Your Holiness,” fly began
A story about his family
“You see now, in the end”
“Thousands depend on me!”

God was touched
By don’t-know-what
And finally said:
“Perhaps another date.”

But God was not pleased
For no clue he still had
Why fly came to exist
And was driving him mad

So on to cow, deer and lioness
Wife, fish and kangaroo,
God traveled without rest
No time for food or loo
(This makes heaven sound like a freakin' zoo...)

He asked them all
The same in turn
Of great and small
“Why fly?” He burned

Until finally around a bend
They came upon Old Nick
Of all the sins, that fiend
Left a pile of trash – no, a heap!

God was mad
Fly was scared
And with one strike
Did Old Nick spite

After the thunder
After that bash
God still wondered
What to do with all that trash

“I’ll take care of it,” said fly
As he buzzed up front
And God finally knew why
And settled it with a grunt

So God made fly
And finally knew why
And all was peaceful
Again in heaven blissful