A thundered storm sends down water as like as being delivered down
in over abundantly filled buckets.
Woe is we...
What to dew?
Why is Noah over there building that over sized boat? ...
Does he think we will soon be treading through a watered like moat?
Why is old man Noah leading animals up that ramp in pairs?
Who knows? , Who cares?
Why is old man Noah sporting a snorkel and scooba fins?
Does he think this rain will never end?
Why is old man Noah loading that boat up with all his belongings?
When is this bloody rain storm going to quit?
Little did Noah's neighbors and friends realize that they were without
a clue or that they were short on wit.
A wiser man or neighbor would figure it out...
It was way too late as they banged and knocked on old man Noah's
door...
There would no longer be dry days, no more.
They laughed at old man Noah for the very last day...
They would pay for their stupidity with their very own lives-Yes
they would.

Michael Gale

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