The story of Noah: A poem

Do you know, when Noah was born

he shone so bright, like a star adorned?

and his father, Lamech, just couldn’t believe

that his son was he; that he was deceived!

Methuselah, his grandfather, could only say

that he may be son of the gods, that came to stay

But Noah, like his ancestor Enoch

with the shining ones, could commute and talk

And so Noah did, when warned, build an Ark

and though he was mocked, it was no lark!

For forty days the deluge, there seemed no end

Not rain was it; but the sluices of the world opened

And when it became dry on Earth again

Offerings of flesh and blood were made to the gods with much pain

For they were carnivores, and since was always done

as protection money; that’s how the practice of human sacrifice begun