And Moses came before the god
by Jonathan Howard
Of Egypt and his throne,
“Release my men, you petty wren,
Lest I shall twist your bone”.
And though he did not speak like that,
His tone was ﬁ erce and harsh;
For he did scare (with his own glare,)
To make Egypt a marsh.
And Pharaoh with his boasting soul
Rejected Moe’s wise threat;
For a plague which was ague,
Was not in his mind set.
And yet old Moses said to him
Who thought his seat was ﬁ rm,
“Your land of sweet won’t be discreet,
And that I can conﬁ rm.
My people shall be free once more,
Without your ‘dear’ concern;
My men will be once more so free,
And you’ll scald like an urn”.
The blood and frogs and lice were there,
And animals’ attack;
And many more made his heart sore,
He yearned for death by rack.
He set the people free, for once,
And chased them like a hawk;
His death, no less, was a big mess,
For he was a great gawk.
Good Moses and his men were free,
And travelled to their land;
What they knew not, was that they’d got
Some forty years of sand.