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      Mount Are A Rat

 

 

Long long ago before Global

 

Warmarists began spreading

 

conspiracy theories about

 

ozone depletion and polar cap

 

Meltdowns there was a flood

 

of apocalyptic proportions.

 

 

One that makes what is

 

Current in Pakistan look like

 

Perspiration on the brow of

 

A hill. Long range weather

 

Forecasters back then were

 

Adamant that there was no

 

Sign of a thunderstorm or

 

The like and of course, the

 

Populous as per always

 

Believed what they were

 

Being told by those who

 

Knew better than they.

 

 

But "Noah All “ as he was later

 

Called, was a free thinker,

 

A bohemian and he decided

 

To build a boat, (There were

 

No camper vans available)

 

And so, he loaded it up with

 

Their belongings. He and his

 

Wife lived in it for quite some-

 

Time, the locals ridiculed them

 

As none of what he had predicted

 

Came to pass. But then it began

 

To rain and rain and rain, cats and

 

Dogs and various other animals

 

Which all ended up on the deck

 

Of their ARK. Forty days and 40

 

Nights it poured to deluge proportions.

 

 

For a long time they were at sea on

 

The world ocean when one night

 

There was a tempest and Noah All’s

 

Wife was out on the bow tying down

 

The sail when she was swept away.

 

 

Things went bad on the boat after that

 

Because she did all the mucking out

 

Of the animals, Noah All was occupied

 

With navigation and more important

 

Chores. There was a terrible stench

 

Coming from the hold, but fortunately

 

The waters began to abate. Eventually

 

Noah All found himself and his menagerie

 

Perched on a hilltop which earned its name

 

From the first animals to leave, the ones

 

Which always desert a stinking ship.







by Finn Mac Eoin



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

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