Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)

[Emz]

As Weetabix's broken back
sits soggy on my tongue;
Our firmament's a tasty snack,
On which God's dreams are hung.


He "hangeth the earth upon nothing,"
said Job in scientific writing:
Job wrote something else
about water and clouds,
and continued to write down his sighting.