Friday, March 09, 2007

Birthday Poetry for PZ Myers

We have all been commanded by Satan's representative on Earth, PZ Myers, to write him a poem for his 50th birthday. Here's the best I can do on short notice:

There once was a man from Morris,
Who led the atheist chorus.
He was easily charmed,
By things with eight arms,
So his writing would never bore us.

Happy birthday you old curmudgeon.