This short poem plays with the notion that God is more than we can even imagine. To some, this may launch profuse ponderings of untold wise cracks, offering glimpses into eternal mysteries of the spirit. Too sum, this may forebode cruel jokes of a grumpy owed man shitting up on his throne, offering butt flashes of the highest rank. Either weigh, the joke is, well, on you.
What did the child say when he happened up on three holes in the ground? “Well, well, well.”