User:Guildensternenstein/UnPoetia:Paradise Abridged/Book XII
As one who in his journey ’bates at noon, [1]
Though bent on speed, so here the Archangel paus’d
Betwixt the world destroy’d and world restor’d,
As though to make reason for a twelfth book
So that this song th’ Aeneid resembles. [5]
Michael resumed: “So Noah, all his sons,
And all their wives—” “Wait, what” said here Adam.
“You know what? Fuck it,” spake Michael, quite piss’d,
And left, leaving Adam and Eve alone.
Mankind’s first pair now speechless and upset, [10]
Their constant interruptions costing them
Once more, just as when an inattentive
Student skims ten thousand and some lines, his
Final Milton paper ass sure to suck;
Some natural tears they drop’d, but wip’d them soon; [15]
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide:
They hand in hand with wand’ring steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.