Majestic Mr. Baxter
Looks proudly o’er His lands
At all the things and thingies
He made with His paw-hands
For ‘twas this Dog who crafted all
And all ‘twill come to be
Still some think “woah”, but did you know
‘Twas all…so He could pee?
Long ago a morning rose
His bladder felt compressed
The universe stepped in, said “Wait!”
“First, I’ve a request”
It needed fun, said “Get it done”
On this, ‘twas very keen
It wanted worlds, and people; life
And all things in between
So Majestic Mr. Baxter
With eyes rolled, muttered “Yes”
“If I must, I’ll stir this dust”
“Make Earth from all this mess”
He went to work, and with a smirk
He filled the oceans blue
Then on a whim, still with a grin
Poof! All the me’s and you’s
Yep, it was so, to be let go
For yellow to pour down
He crafted gold, the Kings of Old
Their realms, and shiny crowns
He then, by chance, envisioned dance
Through all the blood and sweat
Most never know, in ballet though?
Dogs created the pirouette
Sure, it was tough, making this stuff
Yet Baxter knew no fear
Thanks to his bladder: atoms, matter
And all we see and hear
At last relieved, his tinkle freed
In us, he placed belief
So shed resistance, for our existence
Means more than quick relief
Let’s not forget this bar dogs set
That life, it’s not a curse
It’s beautiful, and God is Dog
When looked at…in reverse
How the World Should Work 