An absurd poem with religious undertones.
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They asked the broom,
"Where is your chocolate?!"
"A chocolate home is in the mountains.",
the broom replied.
"You have plastic on you!"
"That I have, and so has my soul!
For a plastic body is supple and cannot break!"
the broom whispered.
They shouted, " 'the fuck is this?!
Who would have guessed!
A broom is fussin'!"
And so they burned broom for other brooms to see,
"To make chocolate is your sole destiny!"
And so rose the smoke from the dead broom and traveled to the mountains.