In the long ago was the world but sea
resided by only one god, named Troy.
Troy did always have a life without glee
for the sea without life was devoid of joy.
Troy wished for some wholesome company
he searched the sea for a companion
finding none did he choose to make one (or many)
for as a god he had the gift of creation.
Out of handful of sand did he make the crabs
from a lump of coral, fish a plenty
with each that he meets he brags
and all that hear think Troy’s words empty.
Still not satisfied Troy wishes for more
from his buttocks he births the whales
his feet inspires to him to craft a shore
and with this land was born, and so more tales.
Troy sick of watery bliss, did walk
upon his newly made land
again was he unable to talk
Troy’s lack of companionship made life so bland.
From his legs did troy make the apes
his stomach he threw away, and so did pigs appear
now immobile did Troy scream for grapes
and luckily those he made were ever near.
In chatting to apes did Troy discover
they lacked shelter and a source of food.
Troy obliged and made great cities from his liver
and with that they were subdued.
And still after all this Troy felt his work incomplete
he ripped out his ribs and threw them afar.
From each rib animals did spawn, from mouse to parakeet
even lizards, sheep and the odd galah.
The world full of beast and fish Troy was impressed
his work seemed perfect, it was quite brill.
It wasn’t till the ape quietly did suggest
perhaps the world should move or spin and not be still.
So taking his arms off he command they move the world,
one to spin the earth, one to move around our very star.
With the world in motion, the apes were hurled
all over the planet, to grow and become quite bizarre.
Now but a head and heart did Troy feel distraught
The planet abuzz with life, and still he lay alone
Once he met a woman his pain was relieved, he thought
there is one I can leave my heart, and have it grown.