Open Poetry #1 |
The Final Chapter to Bal, Demon Apothecary (Satan's Snow & Bal's Accession Parts 1&2) |
Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Our story comes to an end In this final chapter three Of dangerous prescriptions By Bal, Demon Apothecary He plied his medical trade Both on-high and down below Resulting in near flames above And hellish lands of snow Now of God's little cold He kept the last sneeze himself Managing to put fabled Armageddon Back on the top shelf But God was very close To blowing it all And with lordly vengeance He turned to the cowering Bal "YOU ARE A MENACE!" God did decree "And I'll not have your pills Anywhere near me!" "Yet, I can't send you back." ("For mistakes I do not make. And Stan would rub my nose in it Of that I'll stake.") "Bal, Heaven and Hell Just aren't for you But I know of a place That I think will do." "See that blue speck Right down there They call it Earth That should be fair." So to Earth Bal did go With medical degree in hand A black bag filled with mold And a job in Maryland Working for the Navy Gave Bal's life true measure Everyone wanted his moldy pills The cure for foreign pleasure Till one day Bal got the call To help a man named Bill Bal took one look And prescribed him two moldy pills But how was Bal to know Bill had an odd gene The one that caused A penicillin allergy And yet, Bill's was different His brand of allergies They made Bill feel quite at ease Not even a sneeze Bill soon got back To his big white house Where he was pretty loose So he called his favorite blouse "Say baby, I'm feelin' fine Why don't you come over And show the Pres A real good time." So with cigar in hand And a little tush Bill was makin' it When the Red Button he accidentally pushed Well, the birds were sent flyin' In a nuclear rush Mushrooms on the horizon Were full and lush And in the end The earth went bust For nothing could live In that radiated dust But there is still one Who walks alone And calls this wasted Meteor his only home For when God and Satan came to sort them out Souls to their respective place Bal, Demon Apothecary they found and said "Looks like we've all run out of space." (Aside) So if you're traveling in this part of space And come across this wasted rock so cold Pass it on by with the quickest of haste Because Bal's got a black bag full of mold So ends the Saga of Bal, Demon Apothecary. |
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Delores Hall Member
since 1999-07-16
Posts 342USA |
Good writing. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I don't know how or why you got off on this wild tangent but I enjoyed every minute of it! For the third time, thanks again, Andrew! |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
DH: Thanks for stopping by. I'm not sure if you caught the other two portions of this three part saga, but they are only a couple of pages back. Balladeer: Glad you enjoyed the story line. It was alot of fun to write and a way to show off my own odd sence of humor. I posted a response at the end of the other two segments that will provide some background to your questions of how and why. Besides, I didn't want to get involved in the war of words and I needed something to keep me busy. All a matter of self preservation. |
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