How The Platypus Came to Be
â€œIt is doneâ€, God said,
â€œItâ€™s time to take a rest.â€
The angels marveled at the sun and stars,
Jesus liked the Earth the best.
Godâ€™s workshop was a jumble,
And Gabriel started to clean.
He found a pile of extra parts,
And caused some kind of scene.
â€œYou know I canâ€™t stand waste, Lord.
â€œYouâ€™ve got to use these bits,â€
â€œCanâ€™t be done,â€ God told him.
â€œNothing left there fits.â€
â€œYouâ€™re the Lord!â€ Said Gabriel,
â€œAinâ€™t nothing you canâ€™t do.â€
So God jammed the bits together,
And made the platypus and you.
Poetic Asides, Day 4
Prompt: pick an animal; write a poem
Yes, I know, this is from my archives, but it fits the prompt and I am very, very busy!