Thoughts for Creationists, Intelligent Design Freaks, and Their Fellow Travelers on the 3rd Anniversary of the Opening of their Oxymoronic “Creation Museum.”

Now most people know that watches in pockets
Are made of different stuff than eyes in eye sockets.
A watch doesn’t have wings, or flippers, or feet,
A watch isn’t something another watch might just eat.
A watch doesn’t live in a nest, cave, or hive,
And that is because a watch isn’t alive.

If you can get that small detail resolved,
You can see why it’s dumb to say life hasn’t evolved.
And pretend that making a watch for a wrist,
Is just like making an arm or a fist.
And pretend people were made and clearly designed,
Because life is complex and sometimes refined.

Life didn’t happen by magic or plan,
Like thinking some dirt was turned into a man.
And some folks believe, and this is no fib,
That the first woman was made from first dirt man’s rib.

Evolution happened and it isn’t true,
That people were made by some god from some goo.

Let’s say that you took about ten quillion rabbits,
All alike in their looks, and their hops, and their habits,
And that about half were colored bright snerfell,
And that about half were colored dark murfell.
And if they made babies those snerfells and murfells,
Some of those babies would be colored snerfell,
And some of those babies would be colored murfell,
And some of those babies would be in between,
In some brand new colors no rabbit had seen.
Maybe some would be colored a pleasing snerplean,
Or maybe some awful disgusting murgreen,
And some might be lovely and some quite obscene.

And if the rabbits thus colored should make some more rabbits,
With only those rabbits with their color habits,
A new color for rabbits would finally evolve,
And the colors they started out with would dissolve,
And be completely replaced after enough time,
With snerplean or murgreen not made out of slime.

And enough time and enough rabbit ranges
Could make in those rabbits amazing new changes,
Until they perhaps were no longer rabbits,
But maybe some new type of postrabbitodabits.

A new kind of life we could not invent in our mind,
As new as a timepiece some watchmaker might wind,
But made from the life force creationists mock,
Who think life is something as dead as a clock.

So don’t be confused by people who lie,
Who think truth is found in a book from the sky.
If it weren’t for science we wish they could see,
We would all have to use candles to watch the T.V.

Edwin Kagin

(Reproduced from “Baubles of Blasphemy, 2nd Ed.” by Edwin Kagin,
edited by Frank Zindler, American Atheist Press, 2010).

Permission is given for non-commercial reproduction. If you make money on this, I want some of it.
Edwin