Postby Captain John Rackam » Wed Mar 08, 2006 12:04 pm
Ahoy Pastafarians
For three-score years I've wandered the earth,
For seven I've sailed the sea.
Searching for meaning,
Searching for light,
Searching for passion, for glee.
But in none of this time have I searched for
The noodliness that must lay within
Every man, woman, child,
Fish, frog, rhino and cow,
That inhabits this Earth full of sin.
So I turn to our Noodly Master,
He who preaches to do only good,
And to think for ourselves,
For we are only shells,
For the spirit of Noodly love.
I think I'm going to be happy here.........
The sea, washing the equator and the poles, offers its perilous aid, and the power and empire that follow it... ''Beware of me,'' it says, ''but if you can hold me, I am the key to all the lands.''