My mate's mosque got firebombed

I suppose I should say a few words about how and when I wrote this. Funny story really - my mate's mosque got firebombed.

No. One week, I was there at a wedding, next week, big hole in the building. Could be that gOD's got it in for me - and, interestingly enough, the first time I recited this publicly was in Bearwood, and that same day, there was a tornado in Bournville.

Which proves two things. One, gOD is He Who Laughs Last (didn't get the joke...) - and two, you wouldn't want him on your pub darts team.

my mate's mosque got firebombed...
I'm a tiny bit taken aback
was it distastefully shaped like a breast
or was it the mullah's dawn attack?

my mate's mosque got firebombed
was it the weddings, do you suppose?
all those brides and bridegrooms in
inappropriately coloured clothes.

my mate's mosque got firebombed
avengilism seems sound
(okay - i digress, briefly: avengilism is when two mormons, or perhaps j. witnesses knock on your door to ask if you'd consider letting Christ into your life; then you follow them home, knock on *their* door, suggest they let Christ *out* - because he's getting a little freaked out now.)
I'm gonnae visit my nearest kirk
dance widdershins around
climb naked to the steepletop
and call the lightning down.

Come Thor! Come Zeus! Come One! Come All!
All gods are bastards - every one.
Because - marrying their parents? how was that done?

My mate's mosque got firebombed.
Saints and sinners should cry.
And I never did like Sundays much, so
Tell me, Bob - why shouldn't I?

Interestingly, Bob represents three separate things there - Scottish euphemism for God, Bob Geldof, and Bob Shaw. Those who know, will know. Those who don't can ask the person sitting next to them, and then try wikipedia, or google.


One down, umpty to go.


hugs

Cinna.