Harold Camping

There’s a man called Harold Camping.

Who does a bit of prophesising.

 

He said they’d be rapture on the 21^st of May.

Nothing happened and people were gay.

 

Now he’s saying the worlds gonna end on the 21^st of October.

So I guess I’m gonna have to cancel my dinner date with Jennifer Garner.

 

If you’re reading this after that date.

Then hey, it was all just fake.

 

Or perhaps I made it into the recommended reading list of heaven.

Or maybe reading this is a punishment of hells burning coven!

Author's Note

This piece isn't in any way shape or form intended to offend anyones beliefs. If it does then please accept my sincere apologies.

nb You can read into 'gay' anyway you desire (he blamed gays! so...)

Google him for more info.

Reviews

[ImagineItAll]

Haha, how can "gay" have two meanings in this? I'm trying to picture this as a homosexual gay, but it works (in my mind) only as a happy gay.

All of this rapture talk caused a lot of commotion, fear, and happiness. Your poem encompassed all of that too, if you read between the lines.

Thank you for sharing this with me!

[Time.]

Wasnt my taste.. But an interesting read none-the less

[GlamGirl]

I didn't believe it for a second.
We're all still alive... right?

[.......]

My goodness this is kind of cute really,
Interesting read. enjoyed

[Helpless]

interesting writing :)

[Enjoy]

Heh, quite enjoyable. I don't have anything really constructive to say.