The Creator’s Second Thoughts

Perhaps the Creator
Looks upon the eight odd billion
And has second thoughts.
Sure there’s pluses, but
Gaia, all those naughts.

It’s surely a puzzler
Why homo-gas-guzzler
Drives with distinction
All life to extinction.
So I’m guessing the Supreme One yearns
For the magical spawn
Of time before mirrors and
Closely clipped lawns.
How the Supreme must yawn.

Perhaps the Creator needed
A challenge, a thrill. A being
With free will. But now they
Are bored of limos and gizmos
And the quiz show knows best.
The ‘monkey done well’ wants more.
So they stand on crumbling
Ladders ranting, More! More!

By Dermy McNally

Fore more of my whimsical poems try this about the simple cow.